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 out and help us on some songs
I'd to
One of the greatest guitar players as as song writers and singers in Memphis
a little help 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 bottle of
Now, I blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing he ever did
Was before he left, he went and me Sue

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

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

Well, it was in mid-July
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 my mother'd had
And I knew that on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and and gray and old
And I looked at him and my ran cold
And I said, "My is Sue, how do you do
Now you're die"

(yeah, that's I told him)

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

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

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

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

Well what I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I down 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 have a son, I think I'm gonna name him..
or George! Any-damn-thing but Sue!

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