Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Stew

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

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

stages of development,
Since their future was dim,
Tasting the unborn a whim,
Unborn, aborted, because they unwanted
Abortions to my feasting, horrid of sick chagrin,

Unborn, and incomplete,
Delicious meat
A fetus treat,
of the embryo,
A dinner bizarre for this

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

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

Fetus no meat is sweeter

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