Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

My daddy home when I was three,
And he didn't much to Ma and me...
Just old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I blame 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 fight my whole through.
Some gal giggle and I'd get red,
And some laugh and I'd bust his head.
I ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'.

Well, I grew up and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my got keen.
I'd roam 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 give me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I just hit town, and my was dry.
I thought I'd and have myself a brew.
At an old on a street of mud,
There at a table, stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that 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 bent and and old,
And I looked at him and my ran cold,
And I "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna 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 a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer.

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

And he said: "Son, this is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it, he's be tough,
And I I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I ya that name and I said good-bye.
I you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that 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 to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch named you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I threw my gun
And I him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different of view.
And I about him, now and then,
Every I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna him
Bill or George! Anything but sue! I hate that name!