Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Stew

A certain human being, lowest form of
A sick individual, cannibalizing bum

I have a hunger, it goes to an extent,
Feeding out of clinic bins wasn't meant
Most homeless hobos in line for goodwill soup,
Nasty me scrapes dumpsters for aborted goop,

stages of development,
Since conception their was dim,
Tasting the unborn a whim,
Unborn, aborted, they were unwanted
Abortions to my feasting, scenes of sick chagrin,

Unborn, and incomplete,
Delicious miscarriage
A succulent treat,
of the embryo,
A dinner bizarre for this

eater, no meat is sweeter,
Ultrasound shows inside the womb, not my plate
Served with bread and greens, oh the I've ate
From the bloodily spewed,
Aborted child now food,
Fetus ripped womb,
Disposed to be subjected to a culinary

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

Fetus eater no meat is

Since their future was dim,
the unborn upon a whim,
Fallopian wastes me to the brim,
my teeth with a fetal limb.