Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

you love them?
They life hell here
And think heaven above 'em.

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

you smell 'em in obscene procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with money and those little
Hung in their cars and and all

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

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

Animals
Knives and so bare
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially when 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 only to the floor
Aren't you glad that I you about them?
Aren't you you never evolved up any more?