Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore,
bound in 1983
Leaving trashed behind, budding 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 surrogate
and mindgames at St. Griffith Park Observatory

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

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

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

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

Acid hell money craves
The hold up fails, the flee
to be their federate slaves
It's time to fulfill destiny

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

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

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

White