Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're and insane
Pink and with all their possessions
They live on food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain relief and all.

you love them?
They make life here
And think there's heaven 'em.

you hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, it's how they their closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, they pretension,
Slimy tongues tell the which they love to bash 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
Hung in cars and wardrobes and all

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

Animals
and forks that glare
Never those staring humans
the worst
Especially when hungry.

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

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