Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
Clad in fox fur all cocky, violent and insane
Pink and wobbling all their possessions
They live on junk food and tv and
And bottles of pain pills and all.

you love them?
They make hell here
And think there's above 'em.

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

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

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

beware
Knives and forks that
Never trust those humans
Being the
Especially when hungry.

beware
Knives and so bare
trust those staring humans
Being the
Especially when hungry
make each other hungry
There's no need to be
Not today.

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