Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of
I try to roll, my skin slowly away
My flesh is to my bed as I begin my day

out the house, this morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the of the living dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of tops
Uh, only scream in pain as their body flops

I'd rather stay inside my home and only to die
But my house is been on fire since '85
I can only stand a night of the smoke
But see you never die, you only and choke

And so I leave out the house and the land
Wild run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, bodies hanging from the trees
But they're not dying, only crying, "Please"

I the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly rain may soon down, you got to get inside
The see the lightning, they're screaming, yes
It's blood, the streets are a bloody mess

once or twice a week though it thunder storms
That's when giant heavy red and clouds form
raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, you're coming to the killing

shall that be? What shall that be?
When that fine comes
When the curtains are drawn, the are shut
The close and you've written what you've written

You said it, that's it, will you look to be?
What about it, mister, when you've had your beer
You at family and laughed at your little wife
She you not to go out to that bar

As I feed off a pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a beat, and how I would act
I would steal the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your neck ripped

So as I along, I meet a lot of strange folks
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open
And if notice your eyeballs are working well
They try to dig 'em out your skull, and go for

Now in the summertime, like a whole 'nother realm
Water victims, fire and overwhelm
To walk outside, the will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street hair will burst in flames

Victims in a panic run from the light
Underneath the city, into the sewer
Into the storm this becomes your new land
But there's no food, so you feed off the men

And now it's seven months, I'm barely fed
I chase a billy, billy goat with a human's
He's screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another chasing me

All of moves backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm
there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing fields

You've had your big time of and sin and filth
What is the end to be when you realize that time is up?
You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong
What it be? What about it, ya man?
When you spent life in a few years time?
burned out shell at 25 years of age
What shall it be? What it?

You could go to hell, what it be?
You could go to hell, shall it be?
You could go to hell, what it be?
You could go to hell, what it be?
You could go to

Come, on down, down
Come, on down, down
Come, on down, down
Come, come on down,

Come, come on down,
Come, come on down,
Come, on down, down
Come, on down, down