Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Stew

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

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

stages of development,
Since their future was dim,
the unborn upon a whim,
Unborn, aborted, because they were
Abortions to my feasting, horrid scenes of chagrin,

Unborn, and incomplete,
Delicious meat
A succulent treat,
of the embryo,
A bizarre for this hobo

eater, no meat is sweeter,
Ultrasound shows the womb, not upon my plate
Served with bread and greens, oh the generations ate
the uterus bloodily spewed,
Aborted child now food,
Fetus from womb,
to be subjected to a culinary doom

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

Fetus eater no is sweeter

conception their future was dim,
Tasting the unborn a whim,
Fallopian fill me to the brim,
Picking my teeth a fetal limb.