Luyện nghe bài hát Little Ritchie

Little Richie was the of the litter, given a thick hide by father and brothers.
Identified more with his and mother,
always a bit different from the others.
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 while he cried:
Hush, now, precious lamb, everything 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 quite content that."

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

Belief, his passion.
A beautiful escape from 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 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 promised: He all things for good!
In the end, it's Love wins!"

How are we to know how to Love when attempt is met with the back of a hand?
It would only be to mend the damned, who never grew to know compassion.

Just another unfortunate, sense-less by his ol' man.

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

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 Love wins!) An heirloom passed down before its day, legacy came violently to rip innocence away.