Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
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.

you love them?
They make life hell
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 tongues the truth which they love to bash and bend.

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

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

beware
Knives and forks glare
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially they're hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially they're hungry
make each other hungry
There's no to be hungry
Not today.

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