Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

A hammer to drive the in
A chisel to alter and skin
An stiff to now provide
A link to where the resides

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

Augers employed to and peel
Gilding teeth with paste of bone meal
Their skulls and scored
sanguine expectations, meticulously gored

To reconnect nerve clusters
Our encaphalic skill, we
To reinstate paths
Our hands engage in a bath

To reset joint and
Our mending are hewn
To restart cardial
Our is heating

A hammer to the chisel in
A chisel to alter bone and
An stiff to now provide
A link to where the soul

That hearts should pulse with ichor
Is an ethical dilemma to be
That a body can be made to
Is an enigma to without compunction

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more after life

Intra-venously dripping a
To rekindle
Old hat at plundering shells
But I shall never get used to the

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

This brain in a solution
From a cranium we've
This jellied to reconnect
From the medulla to the

This artery and shall rehydrate
From pulmonary functions we'll
This human tabula we've sewn
From it, coaxed, secrets to life

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after