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 food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain pills and all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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