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 with all their
They live on junk food and tv and
And of pain relief pills and all.

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

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

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

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

beware
Knives and forks that
Never trust those humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

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

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