Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by McRae
Recorded by 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

is what they called him
But his name was Grey
He lived out on Maple
'Bout a mile

were all he wore
Poverty and nothing
Always someone for - the runt

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

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

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

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

buried him on Sunday
His classmates all were
And the filled each every eye
When mother said a prayer

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

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

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

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