Luyện nghe bài hát Maggot Hatchery

Out on the bog sits a old shack,
A graveyard out and a swamp in the back,
The who lives there personifies death,
She'll curdle your with the smell of her breath,
Wrapped up in rags and a old hood,
She walks with a cane made of black wood,
A necromancer and caster of curses,
She really enjoys people in hearses.
Blessed with a face that can men insane,
A body by joke and a brain,
Her feet can wallpaper when they're exposed,
and fungus infesting her toes,
She spends all her evenings disease,
Conjuring larvae and to please,
Enormous she constantly breeds,
On disinterred they suckle and feed
A larval she did dismiss
It into a drainage ditch
Once underground it on,
No one noticed it was gone.
Down in the sewer maggot had fun,
the rats was it's job number one,
It terrorized rodents and them in tatters,
The flesh of the made it all the more fatter,
Bones it did crunch and then munched
The invertebrate sloppily lunched,
It's tubular through the sewers did squirm,
A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, worm
palpitating skin in gelatinous mounds,
It made it's way Creepsylvania's grounds
Seeking the filth by it was sustained,
The Swamp Hag had this maggot very well
Finding a coffin was plentifully plugged,
The corpse was devoured by the slug,
Rot and it ingested with zeal,
As long as it knew it had a next meal
Feasting on the dead
Stiffs enveloped foot to
Vomiting into the crypts
To on all the parts that dripped
after tomb it slowly creeped
As we watched our food deplete
It tunneled into our space
And listened as we the place
Into the it escaped
casing held a human shape
A lump all set to burst
This has not yet seen the worst