Luyện nghe bài hát Richard Ramirez Died Today of Natural Causes

Richard Ramirez died today of natural
Got amped up on speed and into houses
people to death and wrote shit on their skin and left 'em
They got him and he went to San Quentin

His last murder was of San Francisco
A guy Peter Pan from the town of San Mateo
A little girl in the was his first
In the laundry room a dollar from her fist

His last days were at the Bristol
I was reading Night Stalker when I went and rang the
Door man buzzed me, you're just like them all
me a key and a black cat and led me down the hall

Had a flight from Boston to Cleveland
Got a in the family, gotta do some grieving
Lost a and it's eating me up
And I miss them bad, I need a little love

Richard Ramirez died today of causes
These things mark and make us pause
Think when we were kids scared of taps on the window
What's under the bed and under the pillow

And the Jim Jones massacre got in our
And the TV "Elvis Presley is dead,"
And the Ayatollah Khomeini
And Ronald Reagen bullets

I'm there I'm gonna stroll through the old neighborhood
Rick my age and still lives with his mom
When not in jail from innocent stalking
Writing bad checks, and cocaine

Mark Denton had such a beautiful
We always sat on his porch the time
And drinking a beer and smoking a
Until one day Mark had a heart attack

Friend got a good job as a electrician
Sister married the pool shark Jim
My door neighbors whom I love so
Loved me too but passed long ago

And if you walk just a few blocks down
There's a house was the scariest of them all
A little palm with a sign "For Sale."
But for those kids' life was hell

And I'm the truth and if you don't believe
Pick up the Lowell Cauffiel's of Secrets
Had to fly from to SFO
Got 3 months off my next show

Gonna spend with my girl, make a record this summer
Fix my kitchen up and a plumber
The headlines change so
I came to the studio to work on something pretty

And I saw the on James Gandolfini
While I was eating Ramen and green tea
The Sopranos guy at 51
the same age as the guy who's coming to play drums

I don't like this getting stuff
to pee fifty times a day is bad enough
Got a nagging prostate and I got a bad
When I fuck too much I feel like I'm gonna have a attack

I woke up I saw the headlines
An airline crashing, two died
And I'm at a in San Rafael
And everybody's drunk and feeling pretty

At fifty-three Richard died but in '83
He was very alive
He was the scariest killer in the
He had a in the center of his hand

And remember the paranoia
When he the suburbs of Southern California
And everybody will where they were
When they finally caught the Night
And I just where I was
When Richard Ramirez of natural causes