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

I was laying on my on the middle of the living room floor
I was watching Doody so Im guessin it was right around four
When I saw my baby tumblin from the top of the stairs
He was limp and silent and the blood was tricklin through his shiny hair
When my mom saw brother, she said Hon, youd better run and get your dad.
Her voice was high and she was shaking so I that this was bad
We stood out by the mailbox watchin her and dad and brother drive
And I didnt waste no time, I got down on my right there, and I began to pray
I prayed the evening never even 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 bedtime when we got that call
And I knew that it was over when my sister slammed phone against the wall
That was the night I learned how not to pray Cause God does he wants to anyway
I did tell my mother and I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers
But that was the night I learned how not to
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 began to
the evening started, I didnt know what I was going say
But before the night was over Id told him all how Id learned not to pray