Luyện nghe bài hát John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

His father was a
And his mother in bed
Folding John t-shirts
the swingset hit his head

The neighbors, adored him
For his humor and his
underneath the house there
Find the few living things, rotting
In sleep all were dead

people, even more
They 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 best
In a dark room on the bed he them all

He'd kill ten people
With a of his hand, running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their for them
He put a cloth on their lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss on the

And in my best
I am really just him
Look the floor boards
For the I have hid