Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore,
Hollywood in 1983
trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life
The city of sun and sin, the journey to begins

D Waters impersonator of the homed one
Cloaked in black, shaved head, of misguided youths
of misfits surrogate family
Drugs and mindgames at St. Griffith Park

He had made his choice, was the one
He took her by her hand and led her
His private hell, in his command
Patricia Lutz took 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 his darkness queen

Angel dusted wedding
hour, black magic shop
One black candles lit
By his hand the hour glass would

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

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

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

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

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

White