Luyện nghe bài hát Luminal

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

For some, the sun will come out tomorrow
Like those in this heart pounding tale of random
Of a body count, after trashin' it, they with it
Victims inflicted with punishment
offers of horrific torture
That left crime scenes, that law enforcers
ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down
Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole
Shocked, they doors locked, fire arms cocked
Major roads blocked, no one when he knocks
As a kid he killed pets of an attorney
So his child passion became a life long
Grew into a world of destruction,
many body parts flowin' on the Hudson
Whether fountain or ditch, the ride you hitched
is high pitched from scars you can't stitch
Mutilated and decapitated, white chicks
Just from his involvement in politics
His outfit stained with the of the slain
While his full of skeletal remains
His goal in life, was for death
An showed affixation, loss of breath
Was it his fascination, for
The lynchings in the was his inspiration
Unspeakable that made front page
by an unexplainable rage

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

The psychologist, forensic pathologist
Warned the to search beyond the obvious
They ruled out the possibility that the be
fit with athletic ability
Talley and murder, on his
There was no word, and it's for "surrender"
So the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion
Was his trial became a 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 carpet consisted saliva
DNA directly to the psycho
made it glow, was test to Type 0
For many years, a lot of murders unsolved
A lot of blood as guns still revolve
The bullets had names made the frames shatter
Most savage massacre that made the brains
Detectives astounded by the 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 to read him his rights
He turned as ice