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

Don't you them?
They life hell here
And think there's heaven 'em.

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

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

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

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

Animals
Knives and so bare
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially they're hungry
make each other hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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