Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you love
They life hell here
And think there's heaven 'em.

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

Can't you smell 'em in procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small
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 forks that
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

Animals
and forks 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 obscene
Fat and pompous, they crush their children to the floor
Aren't you that I told you about them?
you glad you never evolved up any more?