Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you love
They make life here
And there's heaven above 'em.

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

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

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

Animals
and forks that glare
Never those staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

Animals
Knives and so bare
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially when they're
They make each other
no need to be hungry
Not today.

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