Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

I you to uh, I want to a,
If you don't mind Carl, I'd like you to out and help us on some songs
I'd to
One of the greatest guitar players as well as song and singers in Memphis
Appreciate a little on guitar, alright. Thank you Carl

Well,my daddy left home I was three
And he didn't leave 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 that he ever did
Was he left, he went and named me Sue

Well, he o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of
It seems I had to my whole life through
gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd 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 roam town to town to hide my shame
But I a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and
And kill that man who gave me awful name

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

Well, I knew snake 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 bent and and old
And I at him and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My is Sue, how do you do
Now gonna die"

(yeah, what I told him)

Well, I hit him hard right the eyes
And he went down, but to my
He come up with a knife and cut off a of my ear
But I a chair right across his teeth
And we through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer

I tell ya, I've fought men
But I really can't when
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a
I heard him and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled first
He stood there at me and I saw him smile

And he said, "Son, world is rough
And if a gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya
So I give ya name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get or die
And the name that helped to make you strong"

He said, "Now you just fought one 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 gravel in ya and the spit in ya eye
I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue"

Well what could I do? could I do?
I got all up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my paw, and he me his son
And I came with a different point of view
And I think about him, now and
Every time I try and time I win
And if I ever a son, I think I'm gonna name him..
or George! Any-damn-thing but Sue!

Alright, thank you much