Luyện nghe bài hát Pedigree Butchery

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

In caustic I parent my dominion
In the food chain I [Incomprehensible] the missing
temerity confects this splintered for age
Infantile taken to the brink

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

As salubrious pet
Human midden is

And I want to mince my
But now I to see those churned
In tins they are

I slake
Bestial appetites to
As flesh and steel I
To fill the lower plate

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

Rheological, twisted chymes
The of the defleshed
Paedophilosophical, carnage
As the illegitimeat to the is fed

So as you
They bleed

Contumely calorie
Ebullient toll mounts
and higher

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