Luyện nghe bài hát Little Richie

(How can we Love when we were 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 felt a bit different from the
A marriage from the outside, but oh, how ferociously he'd hit her
Richie by the bleach white bedside
Ma held his face in her hands while he

"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 bigger
I my family, I have my health, and I'm quite content with that."

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

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

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

"This is what's promised: He all things 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 grew to know compassion
Just another unfortunate, senseless by his old man

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