Luyện nghe bài hát Obscene Procession

Can't you see 'em, in obscene
Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're and insane
and wobbling with all their possessions
They on junk food and tv and booze
And bottles of relief pills and all.

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

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

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

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

beware
Knives and forks glare
trust those staring humans
Being the
when they're hungry.

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

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