Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you love
They make life hell
And think there's above 'em.

you hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, it's how betray 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 cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
with money and those little refreshments
Hung in their and wardrobes and all

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

Animals
Knives and forks that
Never those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry.

Animals
Knives and forks so
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially when hungry
They make other hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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