Luyện nghe bài hát Richard Speck

In my sleep,
in my sleep last

In my dream,
in my dream night

In the dark,
in the dark last

In the hall,
walked Richard last night

[Going back. Going way back. Rewind. Chichichichichichi. Going way to 1966.
My mother was talking with her sister some nurses who were murdered up in
late in the night. Her description of these murders was vivid, and she
accurately identified with the fear the surviving must have felt, all curled
up that bed listening to her friends get killed one at a time. Waiting
for the moment she too be discovered and disposed of.

Hence, in my overcrowded childhood mind, these murders out time and time again
a sickly off-Broadway production that keeps getting revived. And so, sometimes in
my dreams, Speck walks the hall at night.]