Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

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

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

"Now you'll never get to Heaven", Mama
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 bar screaming for a priest
Some said, "His brain's just snapped"
Then called the police
You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you
Oh you'd pulled a gun and them all to lay still on the ground

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

"Don't ever ride on the Devil's knee", 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 machine
A male Caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in
The area had been sealed off, the kids sent from school
Fourteen people dead in a bar, they called the Kicking Mule

Oh pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those inside
Throw out your gun, walk out slow, just keep your hands high
But pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the door
Oh you in death like a Marionette on the vengeance of the law

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