Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

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

They had you holed up in a bar screaming for a priest
Some gook said, "His 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 no one, providing they were still
A man tried to make a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed
gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm
Oh your childhood cried out in head, they mean to do you harm

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

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

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

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