Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and insane
Pink and wobbling with all possessions
They live on food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain relief and all.

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

Can't you hear 'em in procession?
It's called talking, it's how betray their closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, 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 and those little refreshments
in their cars and wardrobes and all

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

beware
Knives and forks glare
Never trust those staring
Being the
when they're hungry.

Animals
Knives and forks so
Never those staring humans
Being the
Especially they're hungry
make each other hungry
There's no to be hungry
Not today.

you see 'em, in obscene procession?
Fat and pompous, crush their only children to the floor
you glad that I told you about them?
Aren't you glad you evolved up any more?