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 don't him cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he did
Was before he left, he went and me 'Sue'.

Well, he o' thought that is was quite 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 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 fist got hard and my got keen.
I'd from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that give me 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 saloon on a of mud,
at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me 'Sue'.

Well, I that 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 "My name 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 a chair right across 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 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 mine first,
He stood there at me and I saw him smile.

And he "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's make it, he's gotta be tough,
And I I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I ya that name 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 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 in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch named you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I 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 about 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! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!