Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

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

They had you up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest
Some 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 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 a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed
That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in palm
Oh your childhood cried out in your head, mean to do you harm

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

Within an hour the 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 dead in a bar, they called the Kicking

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

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