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

Don't you them?
They make life hell
And think there's heaven '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 tell the truth which they love to bash and bend.

Can't you smell 'em in procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and cigars/swastikas]
and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with money and those little
Hung in cars and wardrobes and all

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

beware
Knives and that glare
Never trust staring humans
the worst
Especially they're hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never trust those staring
Being the
when they're hungry
They each other hungry
There's no 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 glad that I told you them?
Aren't you glad you evolved up any more?