Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

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

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

you smell 'em in obscene procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with and those little refreshments
in their cars and wardrobes and all

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

Animals
Knives and forks glare
Never those staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
Never those staring humans
Being the
Especially when they're
They each other hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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