Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by McRae
by Hank Snow

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

Runt is what they him
But his was Buddy Grey
He lived out on Street
'Bout a away

Hand-me-downs were all he
Poverty and more
someone laying for - the runt

They catch him in the school
When he out to play
Then get him in a
Where he get away

shove him here
And shove him there
If he fell down, nobody
Just to keep him scared -- the runt

one day walking home from school
The teasing went too far
They chased the runt out in the
saw the car

They only heard that awful
They saw the broken body on the
Then gathered around -- the runt

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

Lord, though you've taken him
I think I
finished the job you've sent him for
And done it like you

If you made all people to the same
It just be right I guess
So you put a few now and then, like my
To bring happiness

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

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