Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your
Oh, he's unconcerned competition 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 you'll get to Heaven", Mama said
Remember Mama
Ticking, ticking, up straight and true blue
Run along to bed, it, hear it, ticking, ticking

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

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

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

Within an hour the news had the media machine
A male Caucasian with a gun had gone in Queens
The area had been off, the kids 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 your held high
But they pumped you of rifle shells as you stepped out the door
Oh you danced in death like a Marionette on the of the law

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