Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

you love them?
They make life hell
And think there's above 'em.

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

Can't you smell 'em in procession?
of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed money and those little refreshments
in their cars and wardrobes and all

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

beware
Knives and that glare
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially they're hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never trust staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry
They make each hungry
There's no to be hungry
Not today.

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