Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Medicale

Grinding from the halls of education
with the stench of dessication
Four suffer condemnation
Tomes perused, tombs were abused
All limitations refused
inhuman dexterity and intelligence, infused

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

Sifting through reams of charts
Bisecting livers and hearts
knowledge for doctoral upstarts
Rooting through a ridden morass
Cells on iodized glass
We've the structure of a carcass

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

Up to our elbows in and claret
We proffer quite a display
As we rule this mondo
With and blades prepared on the tray
cut and dermis to flay
You will rue this mondo

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

A trocar for psycho-surgery
In this bedlam of
flesh and blood are dead inside
The anatomy can still be applied
To raise the stakes of breadth
These choice cuts ours, death
Our work is to die for so don't be a
on it and go back to the grave