Luyện nghe bài hát John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

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

The neighbors, they him
For his and his conversation
Look underneath the there
Find the few living things, rotting
In their all were dead

Twenty-seven people, even
were boys, with their 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 behavior
In a dark on the bed he kissed them all

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

And in my behavior
I am just like him
Look the floor boards
For the I have hid