Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

My daddy home when I was three,
And he didn't much to Ma and me...
Just this old guitar and an bottle of booze.
Now, I don't him cause he run and hid,
But the thing 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 from a' lots of folk.
It seems I had to my whole life through.
Some gal giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd 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 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 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 have a brew.
At an old saloon on a of mud,
There at a table, stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me 'Sue'.

Well, I knew that snake was my own dad
From a picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his eye.
He was big and and gray 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 knife and cut off a of my ear.
But I busted a right across his teeth
And we crashed the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer.

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

And he said: "Son, this is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it, gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I good-bye.
I knew you'd to get tough or die,
And it's that name helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one 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 that named you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I 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 think 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 that name!