Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

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

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

at the trough dissapear
One meal 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
Painted and and dressed up
Get it on your hands as it fills cup

at the trough are to blame
They are the we never became
they poison our crops and our
We hate that we them to manage our shame

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

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

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

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

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

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