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 greatest guitar players as well as writers and singers in Memphis
a little help on guitar, alright. Thank you Carl

Well,my daddy home when I was three
And he leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an bottle of booze
Now, I blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest that he ever did
Was before he left, he 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 seems I had to fight my life through
Some gal giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I tell ya, life ain't for a boy named Sue

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

Well, it was in mid-July
And I hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have a brew
At an old saloon on a of mud
at a table, dealing stud
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue

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

(yeah, what I told him)

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

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

And he said, "Son, this world is
And if a man's gonna it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I be there to help ya along
So I give ya name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get or die
And it's the name that to make you strong"

He said, "Now you just fought one of a fight
And I you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, I die
For the in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch named you Sue"

what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I down my gun
And I called him my paw, and he me his son
And I came with a different point of view
And I think about him, now and
time I try and every time I win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm name him..
Bill or George! but Sue!

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