Luyện nghe bài hát Little Richie

(How can we know Love when we never shown it?)

Richie was the runt of the litter, given a thick hide by father and brothers
Identified more with his sisters and mother, always a bit different from the others
A loving from the outside, but oh, how ferociously he'd hit her
Richie stood by the bleach white
Ma held his in her hands while he cried:

"Hush, now, lamb, everything will be alright
I know how it looks but I swear he's a man
Oh baby, G-d has a much plan
I have my family, I have my health, and I'm content with that."

"How can you say this that it'll be alright?
How can you still look in his and see the love of your life?"
(He all things for good! In the end, it is Love that wins!)

Love was his
Belief, his passion
A beautiful escape from resentment, fear of the next blow

(How can we know Love when were shown it?)
He'd on his lonesome for that blue hair in her station wagon
Attending those Baptist services alone, in the house of the Lord, he found purpose and a
Richie stood on a chair, peeked over the pulpit, reminded himself and the beloved, not lacking in wit:

"This is what's promised: He works all for good! In the end, it's Love that wins!"

How are we to know how to when every attempt is met with the back of a hand?
It would only be Love to mend the damned, who never grew to compassion
Just another unfortunate, senseless by his old man

"How can you say this that it will be alright?
How can you look in his eyes and see the love of your life?"
(He works all things for good! In the end, it's Love wins!)
An heirloom passed down its day, legacy came violently to rip innocence away