Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

"Now you'll never get to Heaven", said
Remember Mama
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 said, "His brain's just snapped"
someone called the police
You'd knifed a waiter who had tried to calm you down
Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the

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

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

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

Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the of those inside
Throw out your gun, walk out slow, keep your hands held 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 slept too in silence", Mama said
Mama said
Ticking, ticking, crazy boy, only wind up
With strange notions in your head, hear it, hear it, ticking,