Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore,
Hollywood in 1983
Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy of life
The city of sun and sin, the journey to begins

Robin D Waters of the homed one
Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided
Community of misfits family
Drugs and mindgames at St. Griffith Park

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

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

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

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

hell more money craves
The up fails, the misfits flee
Refuse to be federate slaves
time to fulfill their destiny

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

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

Six years would pass, a came
Sun skulls laid to rest

White