Luyện nghe bài hát Luminal

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

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

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

The State psychologist, forensic
the detective to search beyond the obvious
They out the possibility that the killa be
Physically fit with athletic
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
Compellin' evidence, statements residents
guilt as he maintained his innocence
From the to the fiber, broke the bondage wire
The stains on the consisted with saliva
DNA directly to the psycho
Luminal it glow, was test to Type 0
For years, a lot of murders went unsolved
A lot of blood resolve as guns still
The bullets had names made the frames shatter
Most savage massacre that the brains scatter
Detectives astounded by the of the crime
Made a discovery from one of many signs
While questionin' a man he up on a scanner
He in a loud and agitated matter
And once they tried to him his rights
He turned as ice