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 song writers and in Memphis
a little help on guitar, alright. Thank you Carl

Well,my daddy left when I was three
And he didn't leave to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty of booze
Now, I don't blame him he run and hid
But the meanest thing he ever did
Was before he left, he went and me Sue

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

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

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I just hit and my throat was dry
I thought I'd and have myself 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
From a worn-out picture 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 looked at him and my ran cold
And I said, "My is Sue, how do you do
Now you're die"

(yeah, that's I told him)

Well, I hit him hard between the eyes
And he down, but to my surprise
He come up 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 fought men
But I really can't when
He kicked a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled first
He there lookin' at me and I saw him smile

And he said, "Son, this is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be
And I knew I be there to help ya along
So I give ya that name and I goodbye
I knew have to get tough or die
And the name that helped 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 me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, I die
For the gravel in ya and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that you Sue"

Well what could I do? could 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 away with a different point of view
And I think him, now and then
Every time I try and time I win
And if I ever a son, I think I'm gonna name him..
or George! Any-damn-thing but Sue!

Alright, thank you much