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 bottles of pain relief and all.

you love them?
They make hell here
And think there's above 'em.

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

you smell 'em in obscene procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with money and those refreshments
Hung in their cars and and all

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

beware
Knives and forks that
Never trust staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry.

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

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