Luyện nghe bài hát Year of the Pig

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

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

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

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

Pigs at the trough are to
They are the monsters we became
they poison our crops and our
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 swallow your sin

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

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

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

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

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