Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
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 pain relief and all.

Don't you them?
They make life here
And think heaven above 'em.

Can't you 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, how they betray their closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, dribble pretension,
tongues tell the truth which they love to bash and bend.

Can't you smell 'em in obscene
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with money and little refreshments
Hung in cars and wardrobes and all

Don't you
Those of hot air
They their warfare
To 'em.

beware
Knives and forks that
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially they're hungry.

beware
Knives and forks so
Never those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry
They make each hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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