Luyện nghe bài hát Ambulance Chaser

In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavemous orifice asphyxiated
Washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomimed in
the trial of the worm
Sew the lid closed cough and spit into your poalm with charitable
Slap the bad mans wrist insist
Do the math the is a narrow one it led me down to a cold and shallow grave
On my tombstone I read the epitaph "Here lies a man who lived and a slave"
the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious distresses
Serve the right foot raw so flawed
Semi conscious concentration Christmas and suffocation
Ambulances beckon bodies squealing sirens wailing