Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

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

They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a
Some said, "His brain's just snapped"
Then someone called the
You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to you down
Oh you'd pulled a gun and them all to lay still on the ground

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

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

Within an hour the news had reached the media
A male Caucasian a gun had gone berserk in Queens
The area had been off, the kids sent home from school
Fourteen people lying in a bar, they called the Kicking Mule

Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those
Throw out gun, walk out slow, just keep your 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
Remember said
Ticking, ticking, crazy boy, only wind up
With strange notions in your head, hear it, it, ticking, ticking