Luyện nghe bài hát "John Wayne Gacy

His was a drinker
And his mother in bed
Folding Wayne's T-shirts
the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they him
For his humor and his
Look underneath the there
Find the few living
fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even
They were boys with their cars, jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of

He dressed up a clown for them
With his 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 of his hand
Running far, fast to the dead
He took of all their for them
He put a cloth on lips
Quiet hands, kiss
On the

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