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 with all possessions
They live on food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain pills and all.

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

you hear 'em in obscene procession?
It's called talking, it's how they their closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, dribble pretension,
Slimy tell the truth which they love 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

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

beware
Knives and forks glare
Never trust those humans
Being the
Especially they're hungry.

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

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
Fat and pompous, they crush only children to the floor
you glad that I told you about them?
Aren't you glad you evolved up any more?