Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

Pigs at the trough no fear
Fat full of death they will not starve year
Feed their skin in the mud
Fed through the plant their feet in the blood

at the trough getting fat
Surfeit of the beast turned to for a feast
Tear into the like a whore
Suck the meat the bones leave the corpse on the floor

at the trough dissapear
One meal before kissing the spear
Skins on the hook to dry
Just use the flesh pay no to the hide

Pigs at the trough slit and
Done up and stuck a pig for a meal
Painted and tied and up
Get it on your hands as it your cup

Pigs at the are to blame
are the monsters we never became
they poison our and our name
We hate that we need them to our shame

at the trough live in grime
Carrion meals fit for these swine
No mind to the they live in
They tremble in as they swallow your sin

Pigs at the trough swell and
Bearing the brunt as launder the cursed
We our pigs in a pen
Our place to defile again and again and and again

Pigs killing pigs turned to killing pigs
fed to pigs turned to pigs fed to pigs
The famers alseep under the
No ones here watching us

Ashamed of pigs mean to men
Ashamed of we do to them
Ashamed of the pig in our
Ashamed so we kill instead

Pigs at the trough are
the products but not the machine
Pregnant with and disgrace
Delivering scorn on the they create

The pigs at the trough are
They in our dirt and still they stay clean
Recoil the stigma and hate
And the pig who can't change its fate