Luyện nghe bài hát Luminal

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

For some, the sun will never come out
Like those in this pounding tale of random horror
Of a body count, after trashin' it, they with it
Victims with passionate punishment
offers of horrific 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 doors locked, fire arms cocked
Major roads blocked, no one knows when he
As a kid he killed pets of an attorney
So his child passion a life long journey
Grew a world of destruction, abduction
Left many body parts on the Hudson
fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched
Screams is pitched from scars you can't stitch
and decapitated, white collar chicks
Just from his in local politics
His outfit with the blood of the slain
While his full of skeletal remains
His goal in life, was preparation for
An autopsy affixation, loss of breath
Was it his fascination, for
The in the '20's was his inspiration
Unspeakable acts made front page
Motivated by an unexplainable

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"A suspected killer plaguing this
Has once eluded police and detectives"
"We no leads, no photos, no suspects"
"This nameless, murderer
Has a couple, execution style, in their own home
Smashed a 12-year old Little ball player skull, with a baseball bat"
"We no leads, no photos, no suspects"

The State psychologist, pathologist
Warned the detective to search the obvious
They out the possibility that the killa be
Physically fit with ability
Talley and murder, on his
There was no word, and code for "surrender"
So the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion
Was his trial became a lightning rod for
Compellin' evidence, statements residents
guilt as he maintained his innocence
From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage
The stains on the carpet with saliva
DNA linked to the psycho
Luminal made it glow, was to Type 0
For many years, a lot of went unsolved
A lot of blood resolve as guns revolve
The had names that made the frames shatter
Most savage massacre that made the scatter
Detectives by the scope of the crime
Made a hard from one of many signs
While questionin' a man he picked up on a
He reacted in a loud and agitated
And once they tried to him his rights
He turned as ice