Luyện nghe bài hát Ticking

An extremely quiet child, they called you in your report
always taken interest in the subjects that he's taught
So what was it that the squad car screaming up your drive
To notify your parents of the 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 hand that never held a gun
And his parents never thought of him as their son

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

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

to hurt no one, providing they were still
A young man tried to a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed
That gun butt felt so smooth and warm 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
Mama said
Ticking, ticking, pay penance well, my child
Fear where Angels tread, 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 home from
Fourteen people lying 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 held high
But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the
Oh you danced in 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 in your head, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking