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

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