Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

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

They had you holed up in a downtown bar for a priest
gook said, "His brain's just snapped"
Then someone the police
You'd 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 hurt no one, providing were still
A young man tried to a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed
That gun butt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm
Oh your childhood cried out in your head, they mean to do you

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

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

Oh they to your sanity for the sake of those inside
Throw out your gun, walk out slow, just your hands held high
But pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped 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 said
Ticking, ticking, crazy boy, you'll wind up
With strange notions in your head, hear it, hear it, ticking,