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  1. seni öldürmeyen şey güçlendirir ana temalı kısa film tadında şahane bir şarkıdır "a boy named sue". izlerken gözümde bir western filmi gibi canlanır ve gülümsetir. meraklısına sözleri aşağıda efendim:

    my daddy left home when i was three
    and he didn't leave much to ma and me
    just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
    now, i don't blame him cause he run and hid
    but the meanest thing that he ever did
    was before he left, he went and named me "sue."

    well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
    and it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
    it seems i had to fight my whole life through.
    some gal would giggle and i'd get red
    and some guy'd laugh and i'd bust his head,
    i tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "sue."

    well, i grew up quick and i grew up mean,
    my fist got hard and my wits got keen,
    i'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
    but i made a vow to the moon and stars
    that i'd search the honky-tonks and bars
    and kill that man who gave me that awful name.

    well, it was gatlinburg in mid-july
    and i just hit town and my throat was dry,
    i thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
    at an old saloon on a street of mud,
    there at a table, dealing stud,
    sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "sue."

    well, i knew that snake was my own sweet dad
    from a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
    and i knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
    he was big and bent and gray and old,
    and i looked at him and my blood ran cold
    and i said: "my name is 'sue!' how do you do!
    now your gonna die!!"

    well, i hit him hard right between the eyes
    and he went down, but to my surprise,
    he come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
    but i busted a chair right across his teeth
    and we crashed through the wall and into the street
    kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

    i tell ya, i've fought tougher men
    but i really can't remember when,
    he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
    i heard him laugh and then i heard him cuss,
    he went for his gun and i pulled mine first,
    he stood there lookin' at me and i saw him smile.

    and he said: "son, this world is rough
    and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
    and i knew i wouldn't be there to help ya along.
    so i give ya that name and i said goodbye
    i knew you'd have to get tough or die
    and it's the name that helped to make you strong."

    he said: "now you just fought one hell of a fight
    and i know you hate me, and you got the right
    to kill me now, and i wouldn't blame you if you do.
    but ya ought to thank me, before i die,
    for the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
    cause i'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "sue.'"

    i got all choked up and i threw down my gun
    and i called him my pa, and he called me his son,
    and i came away with a different point of view.
    and i think about him, now and then,
    every time i try and every time i win,
    and if i ever have a son, i think i'm gonna name him
    bill or george! anything but sue! i still hate that name!