Luyện nghe bài hát John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

His was a drinker
And his mother in bed
Folding Wayne's t-shirts
When the hit his head

The neighbors, they him
For his and his conversation
Look underneath the house
the few living things, rotting fast
In sleep all were dead

people, even more
They were boys, with cars
jobs, Oh my God

Are you one of
He dressed up a clown for them
his face paint white and red
And on his best
In a room on the bed he kissed them all

He'd ten thousand 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 behavior
I am really just him
Look beneath the boards
For the I have hid