Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Clad in fox fur all cocky, violent and insane
Pink and with all their possessions
They on junk food and tv and booze
And bottles of relief pills and all.

you love them?
They life hell here
And think there's above 'em.

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

Can't you smell 'em in procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed money and those little refreshments
Hung in their and wardrobes and all

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

Animals
Knives and forks that
Never trust those humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

Animals
Knives and so bare
Never trust staring humans
the worst
Especially they're hungry
They make each other
no need to be hungry
Not today.

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