Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore,
bound in 1983
Leaving trashed behind, budding happy full of life
The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell

Robin D Waters of the homed one
in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided youths
Community of surrogate family
Drugs and mindgames at St. Park Observatory

He had his choice, Patricia was the one
He took her by her hand and led her
His hell, caught in his command
Patricia Lutz took by its cold hand

She would him a son, the child of Satan
She now had her young head clean
His offspring growing for day
In the womb of Patricia his queen

dusted flashed-out wedding
Midnight hour, black shop
One hundred candles lit
By his hand the glass would stop

power, thought control
At day time waitress down the coffee
The letters but millions of riddles
At time she'd prostitute herself

Acid hell more money
The hold up fails, the flee
Refuse to be their federate
It's time to fulfill their

St. Griffith Observatory
Midnight hour, a pscychos stand
The world is for and hell is awaiting
A .38 in a fragile woman's hand

Just one shot, it's all so
All will be well just aim at the
into the eyes, the eyes of eachother
Just press that and you're dead

Six years would pass, a Sunday
Sun bleached skulls to rest

White