Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

you love them?
They make life here
And think heaven above 'em.

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

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

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

beware
Knives and forks that
Never trust staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry
They each other hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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