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 with all their possessions
They live on junk and tv and booze
And bottles of pain relief and all.

you love them?
They make life hell
And there's heaven above 'em.

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

Can't you smell 'em in obscene
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small
and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with and those little refreshments
Hung in their and wardrobes and all

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

Animals
Knives and forks glare
Never trust staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry.

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

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