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 empty of booze.
Now, I don't blame him he run and hid,
But the meanest thing 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 fight my whole through.
Some gal giggle and I'd get red,
And some 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 from to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that me that 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 named me 'Sue'.

Well, I that snake 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 at him and my blood 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 the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' in the mud and the blood and the beer.

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

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

He said: "Now you just fought one of a fight,
And I know you me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I blame you if you do.
But ya to thank me, before I die,
For the in ya guts 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 a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! but sue! I still hate that name!