Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

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

Pigs at the getting fat
of the beast turned to tricks for a feast
Tear into the like a whore
Suck the meat from the bones leave the on the floor

Pigs at the dissapear
One final meal before the spear
Skins on the hook to dry
Just use the flesh pay no mind to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

at the trough are obscene
Punish the products but not the
Pregnant with guilt and
Delivering on the mess they create

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