Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by McRae
Recorded by Snow

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

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

were all he wore
Poverty and more
Always someone for - the runt

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

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

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

They only that awful sound
They saw the broken on the ground
Then everybody gathered around -- the

buried him on Sunday
His classmates all there
And the filled each every eye
When runt's mother said a

Lord, though you've taken him
I think I
He's the job you've sent him for
And done it you planned

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

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

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