Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

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

Well,my left home when 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 him cause he run and hid
But the meanest that he ever did
Was he left, he went and named me Sue

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a
And it got a lot of from a' lots of folk
It I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal would and I'd get red
And guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't for a boy named Sue

Well, I up quick and I grew up mean
My fist got hard and my wits got
I'd roam from town to to hide my shame
But I made a vow to the and stars
That I'd search the and bars
And kill that man who gave me awful name

Well, it was in mid-July
And I hit town and my throat 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, dog that named me Sue

Well, I knew that was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my had
And I that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and bent and and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran
And I said, "My is Sue, how do you do
Now gonna die"

(yeah, that's what I him)

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

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

He said, "Now you fought one hell of a fight
And I know you me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, I die
For the in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that you Sue"

what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw my gun
And I him my paw, and he called me his son
And I came away with a different of view
And I think about him, now and
Every I try and every time I win
And if I ever have a son, I I'm gonna name him..
Bill or George! but Sue!

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