Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
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 pain pills and all.

you love them?
They make hell here
And think there's heaven 'em.

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

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

Don't you
full of hot air
They need warfare
To 'em.

Animals
Knives and forks glare
Never trust staring humans
the worst
Especially when hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
Never trust staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry
They make other hungry
no need to be hungry
Not today.

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