Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

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

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

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

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

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

Animals
Knives and so bare
trust those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry
They each other hungry
no need to be hungry
Not today.

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