Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

White