Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - LaBarre
lyrics - Sewage

Parasitic worm buried in a
Another being for our abuses
To serve mankind, it not grow up
When inherently it has such uses

goulash, make it posh
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

Gutted entrails brewing... choice
Ruptured pustules
Immature giblet pudding... choice
Infanticidal

I'm the ghoul of the profession
Preparing this for a meal
Served up with garnishes
A lividinous congeals
Making use of my selection
A of ways to do the infant
dish stirring up my appetite
To engage in abortive

and whisks, my tools of dissection
A gas stove my crematory
The fridge acts as the morgue
In a kitchen so and gory

The body in my oven
The held in by sutures
Ingredients an embrionic sac
The act of an obstetrical
Repeatedly in menstruation
set aside for a toast
The once smoothe now crackles and burns
This will surely stunt its

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

(solo: "The White Meat" by A.S. LaBarre)

on the dining room table
The is subjected to my fork
As I the first helpings
I delight in my and work
I my plate of all its dressings
Grazing on all the gore
whetting my taste buds
I am disposed to fix up more

Candle-light flickers off my best
The silver's been to a gleam
Despite post-martem abortions
I'm more than it may seem

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'