Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

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

Robin D impersonator of the homed one
Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided
Community of misfits family
Drugs and mindgames at St. 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 head clean
His offspring for each day
In the womb of Patricia his queen

Angel dusted flashed-out
Midnight hour, black magic
One hundred candles lit
By his hand the hour glass would

Psycho power, control
At day waitress down the coffee place
The letters but millions of riddles
At night time prostitute herself

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

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

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

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

White