Luyện nghe bài hát A Boy Named Sue

I want you to uh, I to a,
If you don't mind Carl, I'd like you to out and help us on some songs
I'd to
One of the greatest guitar players as well as song writers and in Memphis
a little help on guitar, alright. Thank you Carl

Well,my daddy left home I was three
And he didn't leave to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an bottle of booze
Now, I don't him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he 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' of folk
It seems I had to fight my whole through
Some gal would and I'd get red
And guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life easy for a boy named Sue

Well, I grew up and I grew up mean
My fist got hard and my wits got
I'd from town to town to hide my shame
But I made a vow to the moon and
That I'd the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
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
There at a table, stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that me Sue

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

(yeah, that's I told him)

Well, I hit him hard between the eyes
And he went down, but to my
He come up with a knife and cut off a of my ear
But I busted a chair right across his
And we crashed through the wall and the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer

I ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really remember when
He kicked a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laugh and I heard him cuss
He for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there at me and I saw him smile

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

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

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

Alright, you very much