Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Clad in fox fur all cocky, violent and insane
Pink and wobbling with all possessions
live on junk food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain relief and all.

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

you hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, it's how they their closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues tell the truth which they love to and bend.

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

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

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

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

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Fat and pompous, they their only children to the floor
Aren't you glad that I told you them?
Aren't you glad you evolved up any more?