Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Stew

A certain being, lowest form of scum
A individual, fetal cannibalizing bum

I have a hunger, it to an extreme extent,
Feeding out of abortion clinic bins meant
Most hobos wait in line for goodwill soup,
Nasty me scrapes dumpsters for aborted goop,

stages of development,
Since their future was dim,
Tasting the upon a whim,
Unborn, aborted, they were unwanted
to my feasting, horrid scenes of sick chagrin,

Unborn, and incomplete,
miscarriage meat
A fetus treat,
of the embryo,
A dinner bizarre for hobo

Fetus eater, no is sweeter,
Ultrasound shows the womb, not upon my plate
with bread and greens, oh the generations I've ate
From the uterus spewed,
Aborted now hobo food,
Fetus from womb,
Disposed to be subjected to a culinary

My eating habits crude,
rubbery textures I have chewed,
Gulping down slop,
Embryonic on my lips and chin

Fetus no meat is sweeter

Since conception their was dim,
Tasting the unborn a whim,
wastes fill me to the brim,
Picking my teeth with a limb.