Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

My daddy home when I was three,
And he leave much to Ma and me...
Just old guitar and an empty 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 that is was a joke,
And it got a lot of laughs from a' of folk.
It seems I had to fight my whole through.
Some gal 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 quick and I up mean,
My fist got hard and my 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 hit town, and my throat was dry.
I thought I'd stop and myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a of mud,
There at a table, stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me 'Sue'.

Well, I knew that snake was my own dad
a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that 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 is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!"

Well, I hit him hard 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 through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer.

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

And he "Son, this world is rough,
And if a gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be to help ya along.
So I ya that name and I said good-bye.
I knew you'd have to get 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 hate me, and you got the
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 that 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 away with a different of view.
And I about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm name him
Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate name!