Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

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

at the trough getting fat
Surfeit of the beast to tricks for a feast
Tear into the filth like a
Suck the meat from the bones leave the corpse on the

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

Pigs at the trough and squeal
up and stuck like a pig for a meal
Painted and and dressed up
Get it on your hands as it fills cup

Pigs at the are to blame
They are the we never became
they our crops and our name
We hate that we need to manage our shame

Pigs at the trough live in
Carrion meals fit for profane swine
No to the scum they live in
They tremble in fear as they swallow sin

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

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

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

Pigs at the are obscene
Punish the but not the machine
Pregnant guilt and disgrace
Delivering scorn on the mess they

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