Luyện nghe bài hát "John Wayne Gacy

His was a drinker
And his cried in bed
Folding Wayne's T-shirts
When the hit his head
The they adored him
For his and his conversation
Look underneath the house
Find the few living
Rotting in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even
They were boys with cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of

He dressed up a clown for them
his face paint white and red
And on his behavior
In a dark room on the bed he them all
He'd ten thousand people
a sleight of his hand
Running far, running to the dead
He of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their
Quiet hands, kiss
On the

And in my best
I am really just him
beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I hid