Luyện nghe bài hát Little Richie

(How can we know Love when we were shown it?)

Little Richie was the runt of the litter, given a thick by father and brothers
Identified more with his sisters and mother, always felt a bit different the others
A loving from the outside, but oh, how ferociously he'd hit her
Richie stood by the bleach bedside
Ma held his in her hands while he cried:

"Hush, now, precious lamb, everything will be
I know how it looks but I he's a good man
Oh baby, G-d has a much plan
I have my family, I my health, and I'm quite content with that."

"How can you say this time that be alright?
How can you still look in his eyes and see the of your life?"
(He works all things for good! In the end, it is that wins!)

Love was his
Belief, his dearest
A beautiful escape from resentment, of the next crushing blow

(How can we know Love were never shown it?)
He'd wait on his lonesome for that blue in her station wagon
Attending those services alone, in the house of the Lord, he found purpose and a home
Richie stood on a chair, peeked over the pulpit, reminded himself and the beloved, not lacking in wit:

"This is what's promised: He works all things for good! In the end, Love that wins!"

How are we to know how to Love every attempt is met with the back of a hand?
It would only be to mend the damned, who never grew to know compassion
Just another unfortunate, beaten by his old man

"How can you say this time that it will be
How can you still look in his eyes and see the love of life?"
(He works all things for good! In the end, it's that wins!)
An heirloom passed down before its day, legacy came violently to rip innocence