Luyện nghe bài hát Richard Speck

In my sleep,
in my sleep night

In my dream,
in my dream night

In the dark,
in the last night

In the hall,
Richard Speck last night

[Going back. Going way back. Rewind. Chichichichichichi. Going way to 1966.
My mother was talking with her sister about some nurses who were up in
late in the night. Her description of these murders was vivid, and she
accurately identified with the fear that the must have felt, all curled
up underneath that bed 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
like a sickly off-Broadway production that keeps revived. And so, sometimes in
my dreams, Richard Speck the hall at night.]