Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

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

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

Well, I grew up quick and I up mean,
My got hard and my wits got keen.
I'd roam from town to town to my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that give me awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I just hit town, and my was dry.
I thought I'd stop and have 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 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 bent and and old,
And I at him and my blood ran cold,
And I "My name 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 come up with a and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer.

I ya, I've fought tougher men,
But I really can't when,
He like 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 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 be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to ya along.
So I give ya that name and I good-bye.
I knew have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that to make you strong."

He said: "Now you fought 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 to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch named you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I threw my gun
And I him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I come away a different point of view.
And I think him, now and then,
time 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 still hate name!