Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

"Now you'll never get to Heaven", said
Remember Mama
Ticking, ticking, up straight and true blue
Run along to bed, hear it, hear it, 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 to calm you down
Oh you'd a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground

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

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

Within an hour the news had reached the media
A Caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens
The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from
people lying dead in a bar, they called the Kicking Mule

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

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