Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is of nails
I try to roll, my skin tears away
My is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

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

I'd rather stay inside my home and pray to die
But my house is been on fire like '85
I can only stand a of the fatal smoke
But see you die, you only burn and choke

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

I hear the 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
raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

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

You said it, that's it, what you look to be?
What about it, mister, when had your last beer
You laughed at family and laughed at little wife
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 would steal from the poor, I'd at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck

So as I walk along, I meet a lot of folks
Some people with no eyes, and open throats
And if they notice your 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 oceans
To walk outside, the heat will surely your brains
Try to run the street your hair will burst in flames

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

And now been 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 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 to live like a bitch, I'll 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
What shall it be? What it, ya man?
When you spent your life in a few years
You're out shell at 25 years of age
What shall it be? about it?

You could go to hell, what it be?
You go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what it be?
You go to hell, what shall 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, come on down,
Come, come on down,