Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

A to drive the chisel in
A chisel to bone and skin
An stiff to now provide
A link to where the soul

That still hearts should pulse with
Is an ethical to be sure
That a can be made to function
Is an enigma to decipher compunction

That the dead may in slumber lie
Is a query begs us to coax a reply
That rotting lungs shall heave with
Is truly a matter of and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

Augers employed to and peel
Gilding steel teeth with paste of bone
skulls disassembled and scored
With expectations, meticulously gored

To nerve filled clusters
Our encaphalic skill, we
To arterial paths
Our hands engage in a bath

To reset and bone
Our powers are hewn
To restart beating
Our is heating

A to drive the chisel in
A chisel to bone and skin
An stiff to now provide
A to where the soul resides

That still hearts should pulse ichor
Is an ethical to be sure
That a body can be made to
Is an enigma to decipher without

the dead may in mere slumber lie
Is a that begs us to coax a reply
That rotting shall heave with breath
Is a matter of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life

dripping a potion
To locomotion
Old hat at lifeless shells
But I shall never get used to the

Sutures of catgut stitched
intestines in torsal pitch
Along the sciatic, nerves are
In our conclave, bodies

This in a solution submerged
a cranium we've purged
This jellied to reconnect
From the to the neck

This artery and vein rehydrate
From functions we'll resuscitate
human tabula rasa we've sewn
From it, coaxed, secrets to unknown

A hammer to the chisel in
A chisel to alter and skin
An algid to now provide
A link to where the soul

still hearts should pulse with ichor
Is an dilemma to be sure
a body can be made to function
Is an enigma to without compunction

That the dead may in mere lie
Is a query that begs us to a reply
That rotting lungs shall heave with
Is truly a of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more after life