Luyện nghe bài hát "John Wayne Gacy

His father was a
And his cried in bed
Folding Wayne's T-shirts
When the hit his head
The neighbors adored him
For his and his conversation
Look the house there
the few living things
Rotting fast in their of the dead
Twenty-seven people, more
They boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of

He dressed up like a for them
his face paint white and red
And on his best
In a dark room on the bed he them all
kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his
Running far, fast to the dead
He took of all their for them
He put a cloth on lips
Quiet hands, quiet
On the

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