Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly away
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I my day

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

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

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

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in
The deadly may soon come down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

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

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

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

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

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

in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the pipes
Into the fire storm this becomes your new
But there's no food, so you off the other men

And now been seven months, I'm barely fed
I chase a billy, billy with a human's head
steady screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But I chase him there's another demon chasing me

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

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

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

Come, come on 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