Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

My left home when I was three,
And he didn't much to Ma and me...
Just this old and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I blame him cause he run and hid,
But the meanest that he ever did
Was he left, he went and named me 'Sue'.

Well, he must o' that is was quite a joke,
And it got a lot of from a' lots of folk.
It seems I had to my whole life through.
Some gal would and I'd get red,
And some guy'd 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 fist got and my wits got keen.
I'd from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars
That I'd the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that give me that name.

Well, it was in mid-July
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 knew that was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture my mother'd had,
And I that scar on his cheek and his evil 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 chair right across his
And we crashed through the wall and the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer.

I ya, I've fought tougher men,
But I really remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit a crocodile.
I him laugh and then I heard 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 man's gonna it, he's gotta be tough,
And I know I 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 that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you fought one hell of a fight,
And I you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I 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 that 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 a different point of view.
And I think him, now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna him
Bill or George! but sue! I still hate that name!