Luyện nghe bài hát Boy Named Sue

I want you to uh, I to a,
If you mind Carl, I'd like you to stay 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 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 thing he ever did
Was before he left, he and named me Sue

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

Well, I grew up and I grew up mean
My got hard and my wits got keen
I'd roam from town to to hide my shame
But I made a vow to the moon and
That I'd search the honky-tonks and
And kill that man who gave me that name

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I just hit and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have a brew
At an old on a street of mud
at a table, dealing stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue

Well, I knew snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my had
And I knew that 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 you're die"

(yeah, that's what I him)

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

I ya, I've fought tougher men
But I can't remember 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 there lookin' at me and I saw him smile

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

Well what could I do? could I do?
I got all up and I threw down my gun
And I him my paw, and he called me his son
And I came away with a different point of
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 name him..
or George! Any-damn-thing but Sue!

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