Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had him by
But we never saw him
As day by day in his way
He us one and all
Many a forgot to pay
doc's fees were small

But Old Doc didn't seem to mind
He even send out bills
His only was to find
It seems, sure cures for and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my town
Yes, I'm one of too
ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we our first debut

Tho' he needed his dimes and there were
That receive a fee
pass it on to some poor soul
That needed it than he
But when the depression hit our
And drained meager purse
The scanty of Old Doc Brown
Just from bad to worse

He had to all of his furniture
Why, he couldn't even pay his office
So to a room over a Livery stable
Doc and his practice went
On the hitchin' post at the curb
To his wares
He nailed a little sign read
'Doc Brown has moved

There he kept on folks get well
And his heart was pure gold
But with eyes could see
That Doc was old
And one day he didn't even answer
they knocked upon his door
Old Doc was a-lyin' down
But his - was no more

They found him in an old black suit
And on his face was a smile of
But all the money they find on him
Was a quarter and a copper
So they up his ledger
And what they saw gave their hearts a
each debtor's name
Old Doc had (*writ) these words, 'Paid in

It like the potter's field for Doc
That caused us some
someone 'membered the family graveyard
Out on the Simmons
Old doc had six of their kids
And Simmons was a grateful
He said, been like one of the family
So, you can let him sleep us

Old Doc have had a funeral
Fine enough for a
It's a joke that our town was broke
And no one could give a
'Cept Jones, the
He did mighty
Donatin' an old casket
That he'd never been to sell

And the procession, it wasn't much
For and pomp and style
But those wagon loads of
They stretched out for more a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we laid him
To beneath the sod
This man who'd earned the
To be on terms with God

His was covered with flowers
But not from the shops
Just roses and things folks' garden
And one or two pots
For the depression had hit our town hard
And man carried a load
So some just the wildflowers
As they passed the road

We to give him a monument
Kinda figured we him one
'Cause he'd made our town a better
For all the he'd done
But monuments cost
So, we did the best we
And on his we gently placed
A - of wood

We pulled up that old post
Where Doc had his sign
And we it white and to all of us
It certainly did fine
Now the rains and has washed away
Our trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothin' left but Doc's own
And that is faint

Still, when breezes and flickering stars
Caress our town
And the pale moon shines Kentucky pines
On the of Old Doc Brown
You can still see that old hitchin'
As if an to our prayers
Mutely telling the whole wide
Doc Brown has up stairs