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 on junk food and tv and booze
And bottles of relief pills and all.

Don't you love
make life hell here
And there's heaven above 'em.

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

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

Don't you
Those of hot air
need their warfare
To 'em.

Animals
Knives and forks glare
trust those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry.

Animals
Knives and so bare
Never trust those humans
the worst
Especially when hungry
They make each hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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