Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

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

Don't you love
They make hell here
And there's heaven 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,
Slimy tongues tell the truth 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 and those little refreshments
Hung in their cars and and all

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

Animals
Knives and forks glare
Never those staring humans
Being the
Especially they're hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
Never those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry
They make each other
no need to be hungry
Not today.

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