Luyện nghe bài hát A Boy Named Sue

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If you don't mind Carl, I'd like you to stay out and help us on songs
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One of the greatest guitar players as well as song and singers in Memphis
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Well,my left home when I was three
And he didn't leave to ma and me
this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he did
Was he left, he went and named me Sue

Well, he must o' thought is quite 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 guy'd laugh and I'd 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 from town to town to hide my shame
But I made a vow to the and stars
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And that man who gave me that awful name

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

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

(yeah, what I told him)

Well, I hit him hard right the eyes
And he down, but to my surprise
He up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and 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 like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laugh and then I him cuss
He for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him

And he said, "Son, world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be to help ya along
So I give ya 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 you hate 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
I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue"

Well what I do? What 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 away with a different point of view
And I think about him, now and
Every time I try and every I win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm name him..
Bill or George! but Sue!

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