Luyện nghe bài hát "John Wayne Gacy

His was a drinker
And his cried in bed
Folding John T-shirts
When the swingset hit his
The neighbors adored him
For his and his conversation
underneath the house there
Find the few things
Rotting fast in sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, more
They were boys with their cars, summer
Oh my God

Are you one of

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

And in my behavior
I am really like him
Look the floorboards
For the secrets I hid