Luyện nghe bài hát Little Ritchie

Little Richie was the runt of the litter, given a thick by father and brothers.
Identified with his sisters and mother,
always felt a bit 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 hands he cried:
Hush, now, precious lamb, will be alright.
I how it looks but I swear he's a good man.
Oh baby, G-d has a much plan.
I have my family, I have my health, and I'm quite with that."

How can you say this time that 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!) was his inclination.

Belief, his passion.
A beautiful escape from resentment, fear of the next crushing blow. (How can we know Love when never shown it?) He'd wait on his lonesome for that blue hair in her station wagon.

Attending those services alone, in the house of the Lord, he found purpose and a home.

Richie stood on a chair, peeked over the pulpit, reminded and the beloved, not lacking in youthful wit:

This is what's promised: He works all for good!
In the end, it's 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, sense-less by his ol' man.

How can you say this time that it'll be

How can you still look in his eyes and see the love of your life? (He works all for good!

In the end, it's that wins!) An heirloom passed down before its day, legacy came violently to rip innocence away.