Luyện nghe bài hát Richard Speck

In my sleep,
in my sleep night

In my dream,
in my last night

In the dark,
in the dark last

In the hall,
Richard Speck last night

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

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