Luyện nghe bài hát Post-mortem Procedures

In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone, coaxed confessions
from the lips of the dead, scrutiny that has clinically 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, Illuminating the dusty skeletons that
in closets, bones and entrails, the ghastly visage of violent death
in my forensic travails... in pieces or completely decomposed, I asses
with clinical indifference, The remnants of a life which circumstance
has brought to this office, that truth shall endure after the flesh
has and rotted away, Elucidating atrocities and carnage, the
thankless job I perform day after day... Persistent that cut to the
quick are my in trade, To scrutinize what remains of a life,
painstaking effort will have to be made, At times evidence and flesh are
encrypted and shred, It can be murder to pry answers from the
mouths of the dead... A gutted torso can pose a bevy of answerless
to deliberate, Probing with a scalpel, I expose the cavity that I now
must eviscerate, Unlocking mysteries with my forceps, tweezers and
saw, Wringing revelations from a fibula, fossa or jaw...
confessions are uttered without making a sound, From informants long dead
that I've from the ground, Beneath the pallid veil of cold flesh or
enshrouded in the shredded of a face, Exhuming the truth is my
occupation, no matter how decrepit its resting place... Within the of a
mutilated corpse or a splattered brain, Picking apart flesh and
deceit til only the cold facts remain, Dead men tell tales if you know
how to listen and learn, Even they've been stabbed, beaten, shot, hacked
up and burned... This morbid 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 studied with sincere, ardent fervor, And that
man's inhumanity to man is all to well deserved...