Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore,
Hollywood bound in
Leaving marriage 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, shaved head, of misguided youths
of misfits surrogate family
Drugs and mindgames at St. Griffith Observatory

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

She would give him a son, the child of
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 black lit
By his hand the hour would stop

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

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

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

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

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

White