Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore,
Hollywood bound in
Leaving trashed marriage behind, happy full of life
The of sun and sin, the journey to hell begins

Robin D impersonator of the homed one
Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of youths
Community of misfits surrogate
and mindgames at St. Griffith Park Observatory

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

She would give him a son, the child of
She now had shaved her young head
His growing for each day
In the womb of Patricia his queen

Angel dusted wedding
Midnight hour, magic shop
One hundred black lit
By his the hour glass would stop

Psycho power, control
At day time waitress down the place
The letters home but of riddles
At night time she'd prostitute

hell more money craves
The up fails, the misfits flee
to be their federate slaves
It's time to their destiny

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

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

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

White