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
live on junk food and tv and booze
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, it's how they betray closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues the truth which they love to bash and bend.

Can't you 'em in obscene procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed money and those little refreshments
Hung in their cars and and all

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

Animals
Knives and that glare
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially they're hungry.

beware
Knives and forks so
Never trust those staring
Being the
Especially when they're
make each other hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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