Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by McRae
by Hank Snow

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

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

Hand-me-downs all he wore
Poverty and more
someone laying for - the runt

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

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

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

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

buried him on Sunday
His all were there
And the filled each every eye
When mother said a prayer

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

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

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

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