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 unheard of
With front doors, were always unlocked
A place where mayhem only happens in your dreams
Boy...

For some, the sun will come out tomorrow
Like those in heart pounding tale of random horror
Of a body count, after trashin' it, done with it
Victims with passionate punishment
offers of horrific torture
That left scenes, that retired law enforcers
This knew no bounds, as he beat him down
Shot him while gagged and bound, the whole town
Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms
Major roads blocked, no one knows he knocks
As a kid he killed three of an attorney
So his passion became a life long journey
Grew into a of destruction, abduction
Left body parts flowin' on the Hudson
Whether or ditch, after the ride you hitched
is high pitched from scars you can't stitch
Mutilated and decapitated, collar chicks
Just from his in local politics
His outfit stained with the blood of the
While his backyard 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 was his inspiration
acts that made front page
Motivated by an rage

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"A suspected killer plaguing 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 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 search beyond the
ruled out the possibility that the killa be
Physically fit with athletic
and murder, on his agenda
There was no word, and code for "surrender"
So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the
Was his trial became a lightning rod for
evidence, statements from residents
Validated as he maintained his innocence
the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire
The on the carpet consisted with saliva
DNA linked to the psycho
Luminal made it glow, was to Type 0
For years, a lot of murders went unsolved
A lot of blood resolve as still revolve
The bullets had names that made the shatter
Most savage that made the brains scatter
Detectives astounded by the of the crime
a hard discovery from one of many signs
While questionin' a man he up on a scanner
He reacted in a loud and matter
And once tried to read him his rights
He cold as ice