Luyện nghe bài hát Luminal

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

For some, the sun will never out tomorrow
Like those in this heart tale of random horror
Of a body count, after it, they done with it
Victims inflicted with punishment
Specific offers of torture
That left crime scenes, that retired law
ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down
Shot him while gagged and bound, the whole town
Shocked, with they locked, fire arms cocked
Major roads blocked, no one knows when he
As a kid he three pets of an attorney
So his child passion became a life journey
into a world of destruction, abduction
Left many body parts on the Hudson
Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you
Screams is high pitched from you can't stitch
Mutilated and decapitated, white chicks
Just from his involvement in local
His stained with the blood of the slain
While his full of skeletal remains
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 made front
by an unexplainable rage

[Interlude:
"A suspected killer plaguing this
Has once again police and detectives"
"We no leads, no photos, no suspects"
"This nameless, faceless
Has killed a couple, style, in their own home
Smashed a 12-year old Little League ball skull, with a baseball bat"
"We no leads, no photos, no suspects"

The State psychologist, pathologist
Warned the detective to beyond the obvious
They ruled out the possibility the killa be
Physically fit athletic ability
Talley and murder, on his
was no word, and it's code for "surrender"
So when the had announced the arrest, the repercussion
Was his trial a lightning rod for discussion
Compellin' evidence, from residents
Validated guilt as he maintained his
From the hair to the fiber, broke the wire
The stains on the consisted with saliva
DNA linked to the psycho
Luminal it glow, was test to Type 0
For years, a lot of murders went unsolved
A lot of resolve as guns still revolve
The bullets had names that made the frames
Most savage massacre that the brains scatter
Detectives astounded by the scope of the
Made a discovery from one of many signs
While a man he picked up on a scanner
He reacted in a loud and agitated
And once tried to read him his rights
He cold as ice