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 wobbling with all their
live on junk food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain pills and all.

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

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

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

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

Animals
and forks that glare
Never trust staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially when they're
They make other hungry
no need 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 I told you about them?
Aren't you you never evolved up any more?