Luyện nghe bài hát Luminal

[Intro:
This is a tale of a town the population
Of approximately two people
They small close in their community with
And murder, we're unheard of
With front doors, were always left
A place mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams
Boy...

For some, the sun will never come out
Like those in this heart pounding tale of random
Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done it
Victims inflicted passionate punishment
Specific offers of torture
That left crime scenes, retired law enforcers
This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he him down
Shot him gagged and bound, kept the whole town
Shocked, with they doors locked, arms cocked
roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks
As a kid he three pets of an attorney
So his passion became a life long journey
Grew into a world of destruction,
Left body parts flowin' on the Hudson
Whether or ditch, after the ride you hitched
Screams is high pitched from scars you stitch
and decapitated, white collar chicks
Just from his in local politics
His stained with the blood of the slain
While his backyard full of skeletal
His goal in life, was for death
An autopsy showed affixation, loss of
Was it his fascination, for
The lynchings in the '20's was his
Unspeakable acts that front page
by an unexplainable rage

[Interlude:
"A suspected killer this community
Has again eluded police and detectives"
"We no leads, no photos, no suspects"
"This nameless, murderer
Has killed a couple, execution style, in own home
Smashed a old Little League ball player skull, with a baseball bat"
"We no leads, no photos, no suspects"

The State psychologist, pathologist
Warned the to search beyond the obvious
They out the possibility that the killa be
Physically fit with ability
Talley and murder, on his
There was no word, and it's for "surrender"
So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the
Was his trial a lightning rod for discussion
Compellin' evidence, statements residents
guilt as he maintained his innocence
From the to the fiber, broke the bondage wire
The stains on the consisted with saliva
DNA directly to the psycho
Luminal made it glow, was test to 0
For years, a lot of murders went unsolved
A lot of blood resolve as guns still
The bullets had that made the frames shatter
savage massacre that made the brains scatter
Detectives astounded by the scope of the
Made a hard discovery from one of signs
While questionin' a man he picked up on a
He reacted in a loud and matter
And they tried to read him his rights
He cold as ice