Luyện nghe bài hát Post-mortem Procedures

In the dissection of and the sawing of bone, I've coaxed confessions
from the lips of the dead, Postmortem scrutiny that has shone, The
horrifying facts that have never been said... Unbosoming their secrets
in the sickening results of demise, Stomaching these wretched human
riddles, I carve, hack and slice, the dusty skeletons that lurk
in closets, bones and entrails, Enduring the ghastly visage of violent
in my forensic travails... Whether in or completely decomposed, I asses
with clinical indifference, The remnants of a life grisly circumstance
has brought to this office, Ensuring that truth shall endure after the
has crumbled and away, Elucidating atrocities and carnage, the
thankless job I perform day day... Persistent incisions that cut to the
quick are my stock in trade, To what remains of a life,
effort will have to be made, At times both evidence and flesh are
profoundly and shred, It can be murder to pry answers from the
mouths of the dead... A gutted torso can pose a of answerless questions
to deliberate, Probing with a scalpel, I expose the cavity that I now
must eviscerate, death's mysteries with my forceps, tweezers and
saw, Wringing revelations from a fibula, fossa or jaw...
confessions that are uttered without making a sound, informants long dead
I've culled from the ground, Beneath the pallid veil of cold flesh or
enshrouded in the shredded remains of a face, the truth is my
occupation, no matter how its resting place... Within the bowels of a
horribly mutilated corpse or a brain, Picking apart flesh and
deceit til only the cold facts remain, Dead men will tell tales if you
how to and learn, Even when they've been stabbed, beaten, shot, hacked
up and burned... morbid quest for knowledge is not without its rewards,
Much can be extrapolated a decrepit infants gourd, My bureau's a slab, my
text is a corpse, and I've with sincere, ardent fervor, And found that
man's inhumanity to man is all to well deserved...