Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

"Now never get to Heaven", Mama said
Mama said
Ticking, ticking, up straight and true blue
Run along to bed, it, hear it, ticking, ticking

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

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

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

Within an hour the news had reached the media
A male with a gun had gone berserk in Queens
The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home school
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 held high
But they pumped you full of rifle as you stepped out the door
Oh you danced in like a Marionette on the vengeance of the law

"You've slept too in silence", Mama said
Remember said
Ticking, ticking, crazy boy, you'll only up
With notions in your head, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking