Luyện nghe bài hát Maggot Hatchery

Out on the bog a mouldy old shack,
A graveyard out and a swamp in the back,
The creature who lives there death,
She'll curdle your blood with the of her breath,
Wrapped up in rags and a old hood,
She walks with a cane made of twisted wood,
A feared necromancer and of curses,
She really enjoys putting in hearses.
Blessed with a face that can men insane,
A body by and a sinister brain,
Her feet can wallpaper when they're exposed,
Gangrene and fungus her toes,
She all her evenings creating disease,
Conjuring larvae and to please,
Enormous pupae she breeds,
On disinterred they suckle and feed
A sack she did dismiss
It crawled a drainage ditch
Once it carried on,
No one that it was gone.
Down in the this 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 and then cartilege munched
The invertebrate sloppily lunched,
It's tubular mass the sewers did squirm,
A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, worm
With skin in gelatinous mounds,
It it's way through Creepsylvania's grounds
Seeking the by which it was sustained,
The Swamp Hag had this very well trained
a coffin that was plentifully plugged,
The was devoured by the glistening slug,
Rot and it ingested with zeal,
As long as it that it had a next meal
Feasting on the dead
enveloped foot to head
Vomiting into the crypts
To gorge on all the parts dripped
Tomb after tomb it creeped
As we watched our food deplete
It tunneled into our practice
And listened as we the place
Into the it escaped
It's held a human shape
A squalling all set to burst
This has not yet seen the worst