Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by McRae
Recorded by Hank

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

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

Hand-me-downs were all he
Poverty and more
Always someone laying for - the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So rough him up and him down
him cry when he comes 'round
Treat him any way you
But thank God for the
Yes, thank God for my little