Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

White