Luyện nghe bài hát A Boy Named Sue

I want you to uh, I to a,
If you mind Carl, I'd like you to stay out and help us on some songs
I'd to
One of the guitar players as well as song writers and singers in Memphis
Appreciate a help on guitar, alright. Thank you Carl

Well,my daddy left home I was three
And he leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty of booze
Now, I blame him cause he run and hid
But the thing that he ever did
Was he left, he went and named me Sue

Well, he must o' thought is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of
It I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd and I'd bust his head,
I ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue

Well, I up quick and I grew up mean
My fist got and my wits got keen
I'd roam from town to town to my shame
But I made a vow to the and stars
That I'd search the and bars
And kill that man who me that awful name

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd and have myself a brew
At an old on a street of mud
There at a table, stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue

Well, I knew that snake was my own dad
From a picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his eye
He was big and bent and and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran
And I said, "My is Sue, how do you do
Now you're die"

(yeah, what I told him)

Well, I hit him hard between the eyes
And he down, but to my surprise
He up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right his teeth
And we through the wall and into the street
and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer

I tell ya, I've tougher men
But I really can't remember
He kicked like a and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laugh and then I heard him
He went for his gun and I mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him

And he said, "Son, this is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be to help ya along
So I ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to you strong"

He said, "Now you fought one hell of a fight
And I you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't you if you do
But ya ought to me, before I die
For the in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch named you Sue"

Well what could I do? What I do?
I got all choked up and I threw my gun
And I him my paw, and he called me his son
And I came away with a different point of
And I about him, now and then
Every I try and every time I win
And if I ever a son, I think I'm gonna name him..
or George! Any-damn-thing but Sue!

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