Luyện nghe bài hát The Runt

Written by Johnny
by Hank Snow

Rough him up and him down
Make him cry when he comes
Treat him any way you
After all he's just runt, just a runt

is what they called him
But his name was Grey
He lived out on Street
a mile away

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

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

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

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

They only heard awful sound
They saw the broken body on the
Then everybody around -- the runt

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

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

If you all people to look the same
It just be right I guess
So you put a few now and then, my runt
To others' happiness

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

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