Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

An quiet child, they called you in your school report
He's always taken interest in the subjects that he's
So what was it that the squad car screaming up your drive
To notify your parents of the manner in you died?

At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father heard your sins
Oh, he's unconcerned with competition he cares to win
But blood a young hand that never held a gun
And his parents thought of him as their troubled son

"Now you'll never get to Heaven", said
Remember said
Ticking, ticking, grow up straight and blue
Run along to bed, hear it, it, ticking, ticking

They had you up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest
gook said, "His brain's just snapped"
Then called the police
You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to you down
Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay on the ground

Promising to no one, providing they were still
A young man tried to make a break, with tear-filled you killed
That gun butt felt so and warm cradled in your palm
Oh your childhood cried out in your head, they to do you harm

"Don't ride on the Devil's knee", Mama said
Remember Mama
Ticking, ticking, pay penance well, my child
Fear where Angels tread, hear it, it, ticking, ticking

Within an hour the news had the media machine
A male Caucasian with a gun had gone in Queens
The area had been sealed off, the sent home from school
Fourteen people dead in a bar, they called the Kicking Mule

Oh they to your sanity for the sake of those inside
Throw out your gun, walk out slow, just keep your hands held
But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the
Oh you danced in death like a Marionette on the of the law

"You've too long in silence", Mama said
Remember said
Ticking, ticking, crazy boy, only wind up
strange notions in your head, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking