Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're and insane
Pink and wobbling all their possessions
They live on junk and tv and booze
And bottles of relief pills and all.

Don't you love
They make hell here
And think there's heaven 'em.

you hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, it's how they betray their friends.
Cough and wheezing, dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues the truth which they love to bash and bend.

you smell 'em in obscene procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with money and those little
Hung in cars and wardrobes and all

you hate
Those of hot air
They need warfare
To 'em.

beware
Knives and that glare
Never trust those humans
the worst
Especially when hungry.

beware
Knives and forks so
trust those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry
They each other hungry
no need to be hungry
Not today.

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Fat and pompous, they crush their children to the floor
Aren't you glad that I told you about
Aren't you glad you never up any more?