Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard sins
Oh, unconcerned with competition 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 get to Heaven", Mama said
Remember said
Ticking, ticking, grow up 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 just snapped"
Then someone called the
You'd knifed a Negro who had tried to calm you down
Oh you'd pulled a gun and told all to lay still on the ground

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

"Don't ever 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 reached the machine
A male 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 they pleaded to your for the sake of those inside
Throw out your gun, walk out slow, just keep your held high
But they pumped you of rifle shells as you stepped out the door
Oh you in death like a Marionette on the vengeance of the law

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