Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

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

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

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

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

beware
Knives and forks glare
Never those staring humans
the worst
Especially when hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially when hungry
They make each other
There's no need to be
Not today.

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