Luyện nghe bài hát Ambulance Chaser

In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavemous orifice form
Washed in blood sterile and pantomimed parting in
parts the of the worm
Sew the lid closed and spit into your poalm with charitable charm
Slap the bad wrist insist disarm
Do the math the path is a narrow one it led me to a cold and shallow grave
On my tombstone I read the epitaph "Here lies a man who lived and a slave"
Till the vexing that his hex annexing his glorious distresses
Serve the right raw so flawed undressed
Semi concentration Christmas cards and suffocation
Ambulances beckon tires squealing sirens wailing