Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

Pigs at the trough show no
Fat full of death they will not starve year
Feed stains skin 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

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

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

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

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

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

Pigs killing pigs to pigs killing pigs
Pigs fed to turned to pigs fed to pigs
The famers alseep under the
No here watching over 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
with guilt and disgrace
Delivering on the mess they create

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