Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

My daddy left when I was three,
And he didn't much to Ma and me...
Just this old guitar and an empty of booze.
Now, I don't him cause he run and hid,
But the thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and me 'Sue'.

Well, he must o' thought is was quite a joke,
And it got a lot of laughs from a' of folk.
It seems I had to fight my life 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 got hard and my wits got keen.
I'd roam from town to to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars
That I'd the honky-tonks and bars,
And that man that give me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I just hit town, and my was dry.
I I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a of mud,
at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that me 'Sue'.

Well, I that 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 bent and and old,
And I looked at him and my ran cold,
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you die!"

Well, I hit him right between 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 chair across his teeth
And we crashed through the 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 a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and 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 it, he's gotta be tough,
And I know I be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that and I said good-bye.
I knew have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just one hell of a fight,
And I know you 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 in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that you 'Sue'."

I got all up and I threw down my gun
And I him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I come away with a point of view.
And I think 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
Bill or George! Anything but sue! I hate that name!