Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

you love them?
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 closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues tell the truth 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 with and those little refreshments
Hung in their cars and and all

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

beware
Knives and forks glare
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially they're hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
Never trust those humans
the worst
Especially when hungry
make each other hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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