Luyện nghe bài hát Little Ritchie

Little Richie was the runt of the litter, given a hide by father and brothers.
Identified more his sisters and mother,
always felt a bit from the others.
A loving marriage from the outside, but oh, how ferociously hit her.
Richie stood by the bleach bedside.
Ma held his face in her while he cried:
Hush, now, lamb, everything will be alright.
I know how it looks but I swear a good man.
Oh baby, G-d has a bigger plan.
I have my family, I have my health, and I'm content with that."

How can you say time that it'll be alright?

How can you still look in his eyes and see the love of life?"

(He works all for good!
In the end, it's Love wins!) Love was his inclination.

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

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

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

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

How are we to how to Love when every attempt 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 sense-less by his ol' man.

How can you say time that it'll 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 Love that wins!) An heirloom passed down before its day, came violently to rip innocence away.