Luyện nghe bài hát John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

His was a drinker
And his cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's
the swingset hit his head

The neighbors, adored him
For his humor and his
Look underneath the there
the few living things, rotting fast
In their all were dead

Twenty-seven people, even
were boys, with their cars
jobs, 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 room on the bed he kissed them all

kill ten thousand people
With a slight of his hand, running far, running fast to the
He took off all their clothes for
He put a cloth on lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth

And in my behavior
I am really like him
beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I hid