Luyện nghe bài hát In My Human Slaughterhouse...

By night I to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead,
Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way this abatoir... Hot air
rushes out the aperture, A putrid of flattus and methane, Inhaling the
rotting fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of I try to restrain... At last
I the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened
prizes now swollen by putrefaction, A mortuary for the obese...
Their corpulence exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, girth
expanded upon in death, The fleshy carcasses bloat and swell...
Postmortem hypertrophy plagues the hefty cadavers, Their bodies now
thoroughly dead, The buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver, Fills
the tepid whose walls I've stained red... I hacked through their
layers of blubbering fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, razed, When I
I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleeding
and dazed... In dingy shack I had left them to rot, And then departed the
undignified scene, The makeshift they inhabit now fetid and hot, The
innards turned a sickly shade of green