Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you them?
They life 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.
and wheezing, they dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues the truth which they love to bash and bend.

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

you hate
full of hot air
They need their
To 'em.

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

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

you see 'em, in obscene procession?
Fat and pompous, they crush only children to the floor
Aren't you glad that I you about them?
Aren't you glad you evolved up any more?