Luyện nghe bài hát Little Ritchie

Little was the runt of the litter, given a thick hide by father and brothers.
Identified with his sisters and mother,
always a bit different from the others.
A loving from the outside, but oh, how ferociously he'd hit her.
Richie stood by the bleach bedside.
Ma held his face in her while he cried:
Hush, now, precious lamb, everything be alright.
I know how it looks but I swear a good man.
Oh baby, G-d has a much plan.
I have my family, I have my health, and I'm quite with that."

How can you say this time that it'll be

How can you still in his eyes and see the love of your life?"

(He works all for good!
In the end, it's that wins!) Love was his inclination.

Belief, his passion.
A beautiful escape from resentment, fear of the next crushing blow. (How can we know Love when were never shown it?) He'd wait on his lonesome for that blue hair in her wagon.

Attending those Baptist services alone, in the house of the Lord, he purpose and a home.

Richie stood on a chair, peeked over the pulpit, reminded himself and the beloved, not lacking in youthful

This is 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 Love to mend the damned, who never to know compassion.

Just another unfortunate, beaten by his ol' man.

How can you say this that it'll be alright?

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 Love that wins!) An heirloom passed down before its day, legacy came to rip innocence away.