Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and
Pink and wobbling with all possessions
They live on food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain pills and all.

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

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

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

Don't you
Those of hot air
They need warfare
To 'em.

Animals
Knives and forks glare
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

Animals
Knives and forks so
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry
They make each other
There's no need to be
Not today.

you see 'em, in obscene procession?
Fat and pompous, they crush their only to the floor
Aren't you glad I told you about them?
Aren't you you never evolved up any more?