Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

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

They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a
Some gook said, "His 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 make a break, with tear-filled eyes you
That gun butt felt so smooth and warm in your palm
Oh your childhood out in your head, they mean to do you harm

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

Within an hour the news had reached the machine
A male Caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in
The area had been sealed off, the kids home from school
Fourteen people lying dead in a bar, called the Kicking Mule

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

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