Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

My daddy left when I was three,
And he leave much to Ma and me...
Just this old guitar and an bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him he run and hid,
But the meanest that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and 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 fight my whole through.
Some gal would and I'd get red,
And guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head.
I ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'.

Well, I up quick 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 me a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill man that give me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I just hit town, and my was dry.
I thought I'd stop and myself a brew.
At an old on a street 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 worn-out picture that my had,
And I knew that 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 said: "My 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 with a and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the
Kicking and a' in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought men,
But I really remember when,
He kicked a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I him laugh and then 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 gonna make it, he's be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to ya along.
So I give ya that and I said good-bye.
I knew you'd have to get or die,
And that name that 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 kill me now, and I blame you if you do.
But ya ought to me, before I die,
For the in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'."

I got all up and I threw 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 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!