Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killer

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Driving through the desert, 85 an hour
The sun beating off my back and the wind like fire
when I saw her standing, hitching a ride by the side of the road
My blood was boiling hot and my ice cold

Cause Im a serial and Im on the loose
And that bitch better get lucky if I dont hang her with my
Im a serial killer and Im on the loose
That women better get real lucky if I dont hang her with my

So I pulled over my car and I opened up the
That woman had no idea of she was in for
She looked into my as well she clambered on inside
But the devil within me and there was nowhere left to hide

SO we pulled into a motel had to stop for the
a room for two
She said that would be
Last I remember was a gun pointed at my head
A of light big bang and suddenly I was dead

Because she's a serial and she's on the loose
and I got real real she didn't hang me with my noose
a serial killer and she's on the loose.....

But she a gun put it to my head
pulled the trigger now I am