Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by McRae
Recorded by Snow

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

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

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 couldn't get

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

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

They only heard that sound
saw the broken body on the ground
Then everybody around -- the runt

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

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

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

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