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

I was on my belly on the middle of the living room floor
I was watching Howdy Doody so Im it was right around four
When I saw my baby brother 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, youd run and get your dad.
Her voice was high and she was shaking so I knew this was bad
We out by the mailbox watchin her and dad and brother drive away
And I didnt waste no time, I got down on my right there, and I began to pray
I prayed into the never even took the time to have a bite
I was sure if I hard enough that God would make it right
We were at the kitchen table past bedtime when we finally got that call
And I knew that it was over when my sister slammed that against the wall
That was the night I how not to pray Cause God does what he wants to anyway
I never did tell my mother and I kept it from my sisters and all my
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 from him and I began to talk
When the evening started, I know what I was going say
But before the night was over Id told him all how Id learned not to pray