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 Howdy Doody so Im it was right around four
When I saw my brother tumblin from the top of the stairs
He was lying and silent and the blood was tricklin through his shiny hair
my mom saw little 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 out by the mailbox watchin her and dad and brother drive away
And I didnt no time, I got down on my knees right there, and I began to pray
I prayed into the evening even took the time to have a bite
I was if I prayed 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 phone against the
That was the night I learned how not to pray God does what he wants to anyway
I never did tell my 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 from him and I began to talk
When the evening started, I didnt know I was going say
But before the night was over Id him all about how Id learned not to pray