Luyện nghe bài hát Luminal

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

For some, the sun never come out tomorrow
Like those in this heart pounding tale of random
Of a body count, after trashin' it, they with it
inflicted with passionate punishment
Specific offers of torture
That left crime scenes, that retired law
This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him
Shot him while gagged and bound, the whole town
Shocked, with they doors locked, fire cocked
Major blocked, no one knows when he knocks
As a kid he killed pets of an attorney
So his child passion became a long journey
into a world of destruction, abduction
Left body parts flowin' on the Hudson
fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched
Screams is high pitched from you can't stitch
and decapitated, white collar chicks
Just from his involvement in local
His outfit stained with the of the slain
While his backyard of skeletal remains
His goal in life, was preparation for
An showed affixation, loss of breath
Was it his fascination, for
The in the '20's was his inspiration
Unspeakable that made front page
Motivated by an unexplainable

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

The psychologist, forensic pathologist
the detective to search beyond the obvious
They out the possibility that the killa be
Physically fit athletic ability
Talley and murder, on his
There was no word, and it's for "surrender"
So when the had announced the arrest, the repercussion
Was his became a lightning rod for discussion
Compellin' evidence, statements residents
Validated guilt as he his innocence
From the hair to the fiber, broke the wire
The on the carpet consisted with saliva
DNA linked to the psycho
Luminal made it glow, was test to 0
For many years, a lot of murders went
A lot of blood as guns still revolve
The bullets had names that made the frames
savage massacre that made the brains scatter
Detectives by the scope of the crime
Made a hard from one of many signs
questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner
He reacted in a loud and agitated
And once they tried to read him his
He turned as ice