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 skin in the mud
Fed the nose plant their feet in the blood

at the trough getting fat
Surfeit of the beast turned to for a feast
Tear into the filth like a
Suck the meat from the leave the corpse on the floor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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