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 parents of the manner in you died?

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

"Now you'll never get to Heaven", said
Remember said
Ticking, ticking, grow up straight and blue
Run to bed, hear 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 called the police
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, they were still
A young man tried to make a break, tear-filled eyes you killed
That gun butt felt so smooth and cradled in your palm
Oh your childhood cried out in your head, they mean to do you

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

an hour the news had reached the media machine
A Caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens
The area had been sealed off, the sent home from school
Fourteen people lying dead in a bar, they called the Kicking

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

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