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 don't blame him he run and hid,
But the thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he 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 my whole life through.
Some gal giggle and I'd get red,
And guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head.
I tell ya, 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 town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars
That I'd search the 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,
There at a table, stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that me 'Sue'.

Well, I knew snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out that my mother'd had,
And I knew scar on his cheek 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 a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his
And we crashed through the and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer.

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

And he said: "Son, this is rough,
And if a gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,
And I I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya name and I said good-bye.
I knew you'd to get tough or die,
And it's that that helped 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 kill me now, and I wouldn't 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 son-of-a-bitch that you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I threw my gun
And I called him my pa, and he me his son,
And I away with a different point of view.
And I think 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!