Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and
Pink and wobbling with all their
They live on junk and tv and booze
And of pain relief pills and all.

Don't you them?
They make hell here
And think there's above 'em.

Can't you hear 'em in obscene
called talking, it's how they betray their closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, they pretension,
Slimy tongues the truth which they love to bash and bend.

Can't you smell 'em in procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small
Whips and semen, confessions,
with money and those little refreshments
Hung in their and wardrobes and all

you hate
Those of hot air
They need warfare
To 'em.

beware
Knives and forks glare
Never those staring humans
the worst
Especially when hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never trust staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry
They make other hungry
no need to be hungry
Not today.

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Fat and pompous, they crush their children to the floor
you glad that I told you about them?
Aren't you glad you evolved up any more?