Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by McRae
Recorded by Hank

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

is what they called him
But his name was Grey
He lived out on Street
a mile away

Hand-me-downs all he wore
Poverty and nothing
someone laying for - the runt

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

They'd shove him
And they'd him there
If he fell down, cared
Just anything to keep him -- the runt

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

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

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

Lord, even though you've him
I think I
He's finished the job 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, my runt
To bring happiness

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

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