Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

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

you hear 'em in obscene 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 smell 'em in procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with money and little refreshments
Hung in their and wardrobes and all

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

beware
Knives and that glare
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially they're hungry.

Animals
Knives and so bare
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially when hungry
They each other hungry
There's no 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 glad that I told you about
you glad you never evolved up any more?