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, adored him
For his and his conversation
underneath the house there
Find the few things, rotting fast
In their sleep all dead

Twenty-seven people, more
They were boys, with cars
jobs, Oh my God

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

He'd kill ten people
a slight 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 on the mouth

And in my behavior
I am really just him
beneath the floor boards
For the I have hid