Luyện nghe bài hát Little Richie

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

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

"Hush, now, precious lamb, 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 time that it'll be
How can you still look in his eyes and see the love of life?"
(He all things for good! In the end, it is Love that wins!)

was his inclination
Belief, his dearest
A beautiful escape from resentment, of the next crushing blow

(How can we know Love were never shown it?)
He'd wait on his lonesome for that blue hair in her station
Attending those Baptist services alone, in the house of the Lord, he purpose and a home
stood on a chair, peeked over the pulpit, reminded himself and the beloved, not lacking in youthful wit:

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

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

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