Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in procession?
Clad in fox fur all cocky, violent and insane
and wobbling with all their possessions
They live on junk and tv and booze
And of pain relief pills and all.

Don't you them?
They make life hell
And think there's above 'em.

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

Can't you smell 'em in procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, confessions,
Mixed with and those little refreshments
in their cars and wardrobes and all

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

Animals
Knives and that glare
Never trust staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

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

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