Luyện nghe bài hát Chummified

The sport of
Hanging by and 1,000 lb. test
vs. predator
To turn waters red, the sharks go berserk

They the boat
We with machetes and knives
Ambush and cut throats
Chopped up, chunks, cuts, in buckets of blood

my trusty machete
I the parts to summon the sharks
around the jetty
In a frenzy they're circling, their ready

To and to munch
These things you humans but we call it lunch
They smell it from away
I at the dock now a butchering block

Smashing, hacking, laughing, we a payload
Chopped torsos, and limbs
Ground into a mulch, and chummified
Intestines, organs

Left on the dock, reeking, by the sun
So pungent, disturbing, induced
And with the chyme, this is blood
Not ashes, no mourning, no

Sharks go berserk when the starts to spurt
the stern, to the bowk, human chum is thrown out
They thought this would be the way
They'd die

Shredded into pieces a human goresicle
Knee deep in intestines, gray soupy resembling chyme
heaps mobilized by waves distributing the piles
Granulized, homocide,