Luyện nghe bài hát "John Wayne Gacy

His was a drinker
And his mother in bed
Folding John T-shirts
When the hit his head
The they adored him
For his and his conversation
Look underneath the there
Find the few living
Rotting fast in 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 like a 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
a sleight of his hand
Running far, fast to the dead
He took of all clothes for them
He put a cloth on lips
Quiet hands, quiet
On the

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