Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by Johnny
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 runt

Runt is what called him
But his name was Grey
He lived out on Street
'Bout a mile

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

They him in the school year
he came out to play
Then get him in a
Where he get away

shove him here
And shove him there
If he down, nobody cared
Just anything to him scared -- the runt

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

They heard that awful sound
They saw the body on the ground
Then everybody gathered -- the runt

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

Lord, even though taken him
I think I
finished the job you've 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, my runt
To others' happiness

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

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