Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you love
They make life hell
And think there's above 'em.

you hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, it's how they betray closest friends.
and wheezing, they dribble pretension,
Slimy tell the truth which they love to bash and bend.

you smell 'em in obscene procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with and those little refreshments
Hung in cars and wardrobes and all

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

Animals
and forks that glare
Never those staring humans
the worst
Especially when hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never trust those humans
Being the
Especially when they're
They make each hungry
no need to be hungry
Not today.

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