Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by McRae
Recorded by Hank

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

Runt is what called him
But his name was Buddy
He lived out on Maple
'Bout a away

Hand-me-downs were all he
and nothing more
Always someone laying for - the

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

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

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

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

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

Lord, even you've taken him
I think I
He's finished the job you've him for
And done it like you

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

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

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