Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

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

Robin D impersonator of the homed one
Cloaked in black, head, ringleader of misguided youths
Community of misfits family
Drugs and mindgames at St. Park Observatory

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

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

Angel 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 but millions of riddles
At night time she'd prostitute

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

St. Park Observatory
hour, a pscychos last stand
The world is for fools and hell is
A shiny .38 in a fragile hand

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

Six years pass, a Sunday came
Sun bleached skulls laid to

White