Luyện nghe bài hát "John Wayne Gacy

His father was a
And his mother in bed
Folding John T-shirts
When the swingset hit his
The neighbors they him
For his humor and his
Look the house there
Find the few things
Rotting fast in their of the dead
people, even more
They were boys with their cars, jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of

He up like a clown for them
With his face white and red
And on his behavior
In a dark room on the bed he them all
He'd kill ten people
With a sleight of his
Running far, running to the dead
He of all their clothes for them
He put a on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet
On the

And in my behavior
I am really like him
beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I hid