Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, 20, Baltimore, Maryland
Hollywood bound in
Leaving trashed marriage behind, happy full of life
The city of sun and sin, the to hell begins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

White