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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I was laying on my belly in the middle of the living room floor
I was watching Howdy Doody so I'm guessing it was right around four
When I saw my baby brother tumbling from the top of the stairs
He was lying limp and silent and the blood was trickling through his shiny hair
[Verse 2]
When my mom saw my little brother she said you better run and get your dad
And her voice was high and she was shaking so I knew this was bad
Well we stood out by the mailbox watching her and dad and brother drive away
And I didn't waste no time I got down on my knees right there and I began to pray
[Verse 3]
Well I prayed into the evening never even took the time to have a bite
I was sure if I prayed hard enough that God would make it right
We were at the kitchen table long past bedtime when we finally got that call
And I knew that it was over when my sister slammed that phone against the wall
[Chorus]
That night I learned how not to pray
God does what he wants to any way
And I never did tell my mother
I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers
That was the night I learned how not to pray
[Instrumental]
[Verse 4]
It was 41 years later when I took my brothers picture out of that box
Hung it on the wall sat across from him and I began to talk
When the evening started I didn't know what I was going to say
But before the night was over I told them all about how I learned not to pray
[Chorus]
That night I learned how not to pray
God does what God wants to don't he any way
And I never did tell my mother
I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers
That was the night I learned how not to pray
That was the night I learned how not to pray Whoa oh
That was the night I learned how not to pray