Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by Johnny
Recorded by Hank

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

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

Hand-me-downs were all he
Poverty and nothing
Always laying for - the runt

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

They'd him here
And they'd shove him
If he fell down, nobody
anything to keep him scared -- the runt

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

They only heard awful sound
They saw the broken body on the
Then everybody gathered -- the runt

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

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

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

His shortness makes feel tall
His weakness makes feel strong
His features make others feel pretty and
And his brings 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, thank God for my runt