Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Stew

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

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

stages of development,
Since their future was dim,
Tasting the upon a whim,
Unborn, aborted, because they were
Abortions to my feasting, horrid 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 inside the womb, not upon my plate
Served with bread and greens, oh the I've ate
the uterus bloodily spewed,
Aborted child now food,
Fetus ripped womb,
Disposed to be to a culinary doom

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

eater no meat is sweeter

Since conception future was dim,
Tasting the upon a whim,
wastes fill me to the brim,
Picking my with a fetal limb.