Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

"Now you'll get to Heaven", Mama said
Remember said
Ticking, ticking, up straight and true blue
Run to bed, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking

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

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

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

an hour the news had reached the media machine
A male Caucasian with a gun had berserk in Queens
The had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school
Fourteen people lying 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 hands held high
But they pumped you full of shells as you stepped out the door
Oh you danced in like a Marionette on the vengeance of the law

"You've too long in silence", Mama said
Mama said
Ticking, ticking, boy, you'll only wind up
With strange notions in head, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking