Luyện nghe bài hát Little Richie

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

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

"Hush, now, precious lamb, everything will be
I know how it looks but I he's a good 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 in his eyes and see the love of your life?"
(He works all things for good! In the end, it is that wins!)

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

(How can we know Love when never shown it?)
He'd wait on his for that blue hair in her station wagon
Attending those Baptist services alone, in the house of the Lord, he found purpose and a
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 attempt is met the back of a hand?
It would only be Love to the damned, who never grew to know compassion
Just another unfortunate, senseless by his old man

"How can you say this time that it will be
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 that wins!)
An heirloom passed down before its day, legacy came violently to rip away