Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by Johnny
by Hank Snow

Rough him up and him down
Make him cry he comes 'round
him any way you want
After all he's just runt, a little runt

Runt is they called him
But his name was Buddy
He out on Maple Street
'Bout a mile

Hand-me-downs all he wore
Poverty and more
Always someone laying for - the

They catch him in the school
When he came out to
Then get him in a
he couldn't get away

They'd him here
And they'd shove him
If he down, nobody cared
Just anything to keep him -- the runt

Then one day walking from school
The went just too far
They chased the out in the street
saw the car

They heard that awful sound
They saw the broken on the ground
Then everybody gathered -- the runt

They him on Sunday
His classmates all were
And the tears each every eye
runt's mother said a prayer

Lord, even though taken him
I I understand
He's the job you've sent him for
And done it like you

If you made all people to look the
It just wouldn't be right I
So you put a few now and then, my runt
To bring others'

His shortness makes feel tall
His weakness makes feel strong
His features make others pretty and handsome
And his sadness brings others a

So rough him up and him down
Make him cry when he 'round
Treat him any way you
But thank God for the
Yes, God for my little runt