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 with all their
They live on junk and tv and booze
And of pain relief pills and all.

Don't you love
make life hell here
And think there's above 'em.

Can't you hear 'em in obscene
It's called talking, it's how they betray closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, dribble pretension,
tongues tell 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 money and those little
Hung in cars and wardrobes and all

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

Animals
Knives and that glare
Never those staring humans
the worst
Especially they're hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry
They make each other
no need to be hungry
Not today.

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