Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you them?
They make life here
And there's heaven above 'em.

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

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

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

Animals
Knives and forks glare
Never trust those humans
the worst
Especially they're hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
Never those staring humans
Being the
Especially 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
Aren't you glad that I told you about
you glad you never evolved up any more?