Luyện nghe bài hát Pedigree Butchery

Oh, my God, are these?
You can hear people They're dog meat

In caustic I parent my dominion
In the food chain I [Incomprehensible] the link
Cold confects this splintered for age
Infantile corruption taken to the

Making of the spumous crubescent
All compassion
Newly fully developed boiled as fodder
Marti linear murder, cordon

As salubrious pet
Human midden is

And I want to mince my
But now I love to see churned
In they are reared

I slake
Bestial to sate
As flesh and steel I
To the lower species' plate

Des parental, goods oozing
The bawling, squabbling denied the suckling
Sentient bloodletting the sporulate
Makes a choice, treat

Rheological, twisted nursery
The fluxing of the
Paedophilosophical, knowledge
As the to the domesticated is fed

So as you
will bleed

Contumely calorie
Ebullient death mounts
and higher

Despumation the midden, the desipient I
vitality, their dispatch I cement
Served out for in their feeding trough