Luyện nghe bài hát Luminal

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

For some, the sun will come out tomorrow
Like those in this heart pounding tale of random
Of a body count, after it, they done with it
inflicted with passionate punishment
Specific offers of torture
That left crime scenes, that law enforcers
This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him
him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town
Shocked, with they doors locked, fire cocked
Major blocked, no one knows when he knocks
As a kid he three pets of an attorney
So his child passion became a long journey
Grew into a world of destruction,
Left many body parts on the Hudson
Whether or ditch, after the ride you hitched
is high pitched from scars you can't stitch
Mutilated and decapitated, white chicks
from his involvement in local politics
His stained with the blood of the slain
While his full of skeletal remains
His goal in life, was preparation for
An autopsy showed affixation, of breath
Was it his fascination, for
The lynchings in the '20's was his
Unspeakable that made front page
Motivated by an rage

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

The State psychologist, forensic
Warned the detective to beyond the obvious
They ruled out the that the killa be
fit with athletic ability
Talley and murder, on his
was no word, and it's code for "surrender"
So the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion
Was his trial became a rod for discussion
evidence, statements from residents
Validated as he maintained his innocence
From the to the fiber, broke the bondage wire
The stains on the carpet consisted saliva
DNA directly to the psycho
Luminal made it glow, was to Type 0
For years, a lot of murders went unsolved
A lot of resolve as guns still revolve
The bullets had names made the frames shatter
Most savage that made the brains scatter
Detectives by the scope of the crime
Made a hard discovery from one of many
While questionin' a man he picked up on a
He in a loud and agitated matter
And once they tried to read him his
He cold as ice