Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and
Pink and wobbling all their possessions
They live on junk food and tv and
And of pain relief pills and all.

Don't you them?
They make life hell
And think there's above 'em.

you hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, how they betray their closest friends.
and wheezing, they dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues tell the truth they love to bash and bend.

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

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

Animals
Knives and that glare
trust those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never trust staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry
They make each other
There's no need to be
Not today.

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