Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you love
make life hell here
And think heaven above 'em.

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

Can't you smell 'em in obscene
of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with money and little refreshments
Hung in cars and wardrobes and all

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

beware
Knives and that glare
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially when hungry.

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

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