Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the of those inside
Throw out your gun, out slow, just 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 on the vengeance of the law

"You've slept too long in silence", said
Mama said
Ticking, ticking, crazy boy, only wind up
With notions in your head, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking