Luyện nghe bài hát Pedigree Butchery

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

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

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

As pet food
Human midden is

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

Ghastly I
appetites to sate
As flesh and steel I
To fill the lower species'

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

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

So as you
They will

calorie count
Ebullient death toll
and higher

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