Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore,
bound in 1983
Leaving marriage behind, budding happy full of life
The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell

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

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 young clean
His offspring growing for day
In the womb of Patricia his queen

dusted flashed-out wedding
Midnight hour, magic shop
One hundred candles lit
By his hand the hour glass stop

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

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

St. Griffith Observatory
Midnight hour, a last stand
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 well aim at the head
Look the eyes, the eyes of eachother
press that trigger and you're dead

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

White