Luyện nghe bài hát Flesh Furnace

Roasts his parents as they sleep, a ghastly human
suspect a little boy that shouldn't play with fire?
Firmly tied down to the bed, sprawled the mattress
in petrol, pleads of mercy, staring at the matches
Eyes of horror wide as finally the match is struck
Hungry fumes burst in to flames, your little boy don't give a
Blue flames race across the blankets, sheets fuse to backs
Excruciating pain, as faces melt like wax
The excite the boy, he dances 'round the bed
Chanting, whooping merrily, his parents red
Across the bed and up the walls, the licks the ceiling
Paint and flesh react the same, blistering and

Blood, blackened and un-burnt fuel
Ooze the mouth as filthy drool
corpse brittle and thin
Teeth grinning through black flaking skin

gone by that little boy has turned into a man
Ten score lives up in smoke - his trusty jerry can
His favourite prey, the sleeping ones, ignorant to
Awakened by the fuel-fumes of the

The haunting of parents dead,
torments his each day
New faces, a mere disguise,
parents have to pay
Masturbating furiously, their torment he
A whisp of steam, a sizzling sound, as semen hits the