Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

"Now you'll never get to Heaven", Mama
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 downtown bar for a priest
Some gook said, "His just snapped"
Then someone called the
knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you down
Oh you'd pulled a gun and told 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
That gun butt felt so and warm cradled in your palm
Oh your childhood cried out in your head, they to do you harm

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

Within an hour the news had reached the media
A male Caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in
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, walk out slow, just keep hands held high
But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you out the door
Oh you in death like a Marionette on the vengeance of the law

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