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 wobbling with all possessions
They live on junk and tv and booze
And bottles of pain relief and all.

you love them?
They life hell here
And think heaven above 'em.

Can't you hear 'em in procession?
It's called talking, it's how they betray closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, they pretension,
Slimy tongues tell the truth which they to bash and bend.

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

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

beware
Knives and forks that
Never trust those staring
the worst
Especially when hungry.

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

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