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 watching Doody so Im guessin it was right around four
I saw my baby brother tumblin from the top of the stairs
He was lying limp and and the blood was tricklin through his shiny hair
When my mom saw little brother, she said Hon, better run and get your dad.
Her was high and she was shaking so I knew that this 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 there, and I began to pray
I prayed into the evening never took the time to have a bite
I was sure if I prayed hard enough that God make it right
We were at the kitchen table long past when we finally got that call
And I knew it was over when my sister slammed that phone against the wall
was the night I learned how not to pray Cause God does what he wants to anyway
I never did my mother and I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers
But that was the night I how not to pray
It was forty-one years when I took my brothers picture out of a box
I hung it on the wall, sat across from him and I to talk
When the evening started, I didnt know I was going say
But before the night was over Id told him all how Id learned not to pray