Luyện nghe bài hát "John Wayne Gacy

His father was a
And his cried in bed
John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his
The neighbors adored him
For his and his conversation
Look underneath the there
Find the few living
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 dressed up like a for them
his face paint white and red
And on his behavior
In a dark on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand
With a sleight of his
Running far, running fast to the
He took of all their clothes for
He put a cloth on lips
hands, quiet kiss
On the

And in my best
I am really just him
Look beneath the
For the I have hid