Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher your sins
Oh, he's unconcerned 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", Mama
Mama said
Ticking, ticking, up straight and true blue
Run along to bed, it, hear it, ticking, ticking

had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest
Some gook said, "His brain's snapped"
Then someone called the
You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you
Oh you'd pulled a gun and 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
That gun butt felt so smooth and cradled in your palm
Oh childhood cried out in your head, they mean to do you harm

"Don't ever ride on the knee", Mama said
Mama said
Ticking, ticking, pay your well, my child
where Angels 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 the Kicking Mule

Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the of those inside
Throw out your gun, walk out slow, keep your hands held high
But they pumped you of rifle 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, crazy boy, you'll only up
With strange notions in your head, it, hear it, ticking, ticking