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

I was laying on my belly on the middle of the living floor
I was watching Howdy Doody so Im it was right around four
When I saw my baby brother tumblin from the top of the
He was limp and silent 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 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 didnt no time, I got down on my knees 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 prayed hard that God would make it right
We were at the kitchen table long past bedtime when we finally got that
And I knew that it was over when my slammed that phone against the wall
That was the night I learned how not to pray 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 learned how not to
It was forty-one years later when I took my brothers out of a box
I hung it on the wall, sat across from him and I to talk
When the evening started, I didnt what I was going say
But before the night was over Id told him all how Id learned not to pray