Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and
Pink and wobbling with all possessions
They live on junk and tv and booze
And bottles of relief pills and all.

Don't you them?
They make life hell
And think there's heaven 'em.

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

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

Don't you
Those of hot air
need their warfare
To 'em.

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

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

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