Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

Pigs at the trough show no
Fat full of death they will not starve this
Feed their skin in the mud
Fed the nose plant their feet in the blood

Pigs at the trough fat
of the beast turned to tricks for a feast
Tear the filth like a whore
Suck the from the bones leave the corpse on the floor

Pigs at the dissapear
One final before kissing the spear
on the hook left to dry
Just use the flesh pay no to the hide

Pigs at the slit and squeal
Done up and like a pig for a meal
and tied and dressed up
Get it on your hands as it fills cup

Pigs at the are to blame
They are the monsters we became
they our crops and our name
We hate that we need them to manage our

Pigs at the live in grime
Carrion fit for these profane swine
No mind to the they live in
They tremble in fear as they swallow sin

Pigs at the trough and burst
Bearing the brunt as they the cursed
We keep our in a pen
Our place to defile again and and again and again

Pigs killing pigs turned to pigs killing
Pigs fed to pigs to pigs fed to pigs
The famers under the tree
No here watching over us

Ashamed of what pigs to men
Ashamed of what we do to
of the pig in our head
Ashamed so we kill them

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

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