Luyện nghe bài hát The Night I Learned How Not To Pray

I was laying on my belly on the middle of the living room
I was Howdy Doody so Im guessin it was right around four
When I saw my baby tumblin from the top of the stairs
He was lying and silent and the blood was tricklin through his shiny hair
When my mom saw little brother, she said Hon, youd better run and get dad.
Her voice was high and she was shaking so I knew that was bad
We stood out by the mailbox watchin her and dad and drive away
And I didnt waste no time, I got down on my knees right there, and I began to
I prayed into the evening even took the time to have a bite
I was sure if I prayed enough that God would make it right
We at the kitchen table long past bedtime when we finally got that call
And I that it was over when my sister slammed that phone against the wall
That was the night I learned how not to pray Cause God what he wants to anyway
I never did tell my mother and I it from my sisters and all my brothers
But that was the night I learned how not to
It was forty-one years later I took my brothers picture out of a box
I hung it on the wall, sat across him and I began to talk
When the started, I didnt know what I was going say
But before the night was Id told him all about how Id learned not to pray