Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

you love them?
They make life here
And there's heaven 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 tell the which they love to bash and bend.

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

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

beware
Knives and forks that
Never those staring humans
Being the
Especially they're hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially they're hungry
They make each hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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