Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

Pigs at the trough no fear
Fat full of death will not starve this year
Feed stains their in the mud
Fed through the nose plant their feet in the

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

at the trough slit and squeal
Done up and stuck like a pig for a
Painted and tied and up
Get it on your as it fills your cup

Pigs at the trough are to
They are the monsters we never
they poison our crops and our
We hate that we need them to manage our

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

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

Pigs killing pigs turned to pigs killing
Pigs fed to pigs turned to pigs fed to
The famers alseep the tree
No ones 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 instead

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

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