Luyện nghe bài hát "John Wayne Gacy

His father was a
And his mother in bed
John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his
The neighbors adored him
For his humor and his
Look the house there
the few living things
Rotting fast in sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even
They were boys their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of

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

And in my best
I am just like him
Look beneath the
For the secrets I hid