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

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

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

Can't you smell 'em in obscene
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with money and little refreshments
Hung in their cars and and all

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

beware
Knives and that glare
Never those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry.

Animals
and forks so bare
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially they're hungry
They make other hungry
no need to be hungry
Not today.

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