Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

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 blame him cause he run and hid,
But the meanest that he ever did
Was he left, he went and named me 'Sue'.

Well, he must o' that is was quite a joke,
And it got a lot of laughs a' lots of folk.
It seems I had to fight my whole through.
gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd 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 got keen.
I'd roam from town to town to my shame.
But I me a vow to the moon and stars
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that me that awful name.

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 on a street of mud,
There at a table, stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me 'Sue'.

Well, I knew snake was my own sweet dad
From a picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his and his evil eye.
He was big and and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my ran cold,
And I said: "My is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!"

Well, I hit him hard right 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 across his
And we crashed the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' in the mud and the blood and the beer.

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

And he said: "Son, world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it, gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I good-bye.
I knew you'd to get tough or die,
And it's name that helped to make 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 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'."

I got all up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he me his son,
And I come with a different point of view.
And I about him, now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! but sue! I still hate that name!