Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Medicale

Grinding forth from the halls of
Replete with the stench of
Four pre-meds suffer
were perused, tombs were abused
All limitations refused
With inhuman dexterity and intelligence,

thespians in the operating theatre
Likewise in a gorenography feature
Deranged we may be after a blood
But all that rots can't be intact

Sifting reams of anatomical charts
Bisecting and dissecting hearts
knowledge for doctoral upstarts
Rooting through a ridden morass
Cells scrutinized on iodized
We've mapped the of a carcass

(solo: "Destroying Galen" by J. Kocol)
(solo: "De Fabrica Corpus" by S.C. McGrath)

Up to our elbows in grue and
We proffer a sanguine display
As we rule this medicale
With scalpels and blades prepared on the
cut and dermis to flay
You will rue this medicale

Bypassing balances and checks
on high, rewriting texts
Our æsculapian leave them all vexed
Surgical aspirations, all
Post-modern Versali,
But for our successes, villified

A trocar employed for
In this bedlam of
flesh and blood are dead inside
The gross anatomy can still be
To the stakes of medicine's breadth
choice cuts ours, until death
Our work is to die for so be a knave
Choke on it and go back to the