Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

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

Pigs at the trough fat
Surfeit of the beast to tricks for a feast
Tear into the filth a whore
Suck the meat from the bones the corpse on the floor

at the trough dissapear
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 tied and up
Get it on hands as it fills your cup

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

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

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

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

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

Pigs at the trough are
Punish the products but not the
with guilt and disgrace
Delivering scorn on the they create

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