Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you love
make life hell here
And think heaven above 'em.

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

Can't you smell 'em in obscene
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with money and little refreshments
Hung in cars and wardrobes and all

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

beware
Knives and that glare
Never trust staring humans
the worst
Especially when hungry.

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

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