Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

My daddy left home 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 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 from a' of folk.
It seems I had to my whole life through.
Some gal giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd and I'd bust his head.
I tell ya, life 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 to hide my shame.
But I me a vow to the moon and stars
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that me that awful name.

Well, it was in mid-July
And I just hit town, and my was dry.
I thought I'd stop and have a brew.
At an old on a street of mud,
at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that me 'Sue'.

Well, I knew that was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture 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 said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you die!"

Well, I hit him hard 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 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 can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit 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 "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's make it, he's gotta be tough,
And I know I 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 name helped to make you strong."

He "Now you just fought 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 me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya 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 called him my pa, and he me his son,
And I come away with a different of view.
And I about 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! but sue! I still hate that name!