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

Don't you love
They make hell here
And think heaven above 'em.

you hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, it's how they betray closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, they pretension,
tongues 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,
with money and those little refreshments
Hung in their and wardrobes and all

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

beware
Knives and forks glare
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

Animals
Knives and so bare
Never trust staring humans
the worst
Especially they're hungry
They make each 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
Aren't you glad that I you about them?
Aren't you you never evolved up any more?