Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

Pigs at the show no fear
Fat full of they will not starve this year
Feed their skin in the mud
Fed through the nose their feet in the blood

Pigs at the trough fat
Surfeit of the beast turned to for a feast
Tear into the filth a whore
Suck the meat from the leave the corpse on the floor

Pigs at the trough
One final meal before the spear
on the hook left to dry
Just use the pay no mind to the hide

at the trough slit and squeal
Done up and stuck 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 never
they our crops and our name
We hate that we them to manage our shame

Pigs at the trough in grime
Carrion meals fit for these swine
No mind to the scum live in
They tremble in fear as 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 again and

Pigs pigs turned to pigs killing pigs
Pigs fed to pigs turned to pigs fed to
The famers alseep the tree
No ones watching over us

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

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

The pigs at the are pristine
They live in our dirt and still they clean
from the stigma and hate
And suffer the pig who change its fate