Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

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

had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest
Some gook said, "His brain's snapped"
someone called the police
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, providing they still
A young man tried to make a break, tear-filled eyes you killed
That gun felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm
Oh your cried 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 tread, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking

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

Oh they to your sanity for the sake of those inside
Throw out your gun, walk out slow, just keep your hands high
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 slept too long in silence", said
Remember said
Ticking, ticking, boy, you'll only wind up
With strange notions in your head, hear it, it, ticking, ticking