Luyện nghe bài hát John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

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
Find the few things, rotting fast
In their sleep all were

Twenty-seven people, even
They were boys, 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 ten thousand people
With a slight of his hand, far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their for them
He put a cloth on their lips, hands, quiet kiss on the mouth

And in my behavior
I am really just him
Look beneath the floor
For the secrets I hid