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 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, in his command
Lutz took death by its cold hand

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

Angel dusted wedding
Midnight hour, black shop
One black candles lit
By his hand the hour would stop

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

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

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

Just one shot, all so easy
All be well just aim at the head
into the eyes, the eyes of eachother
Just press that trigger and dead

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

White