Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

Pigs at the trough no fear
Fat full of death they will not starve this
stains their skin in the mud
Fed through the nose plant 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 meat from the bones leave the corpse on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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