Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

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

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

I'd rather stay inside my home and only to die
But my house is been on since like '85
I can only stand a night of the fatal
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 you, there's bodies hanging from the trees
But they're not dying, only 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
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody

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

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

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

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

So as I walk along, I a lot of strange folks
Some people no eyes, and gashed 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 overwhelm
To walk outside, the will surely cook your brains
Try to run the street your hair will burst in flames

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

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

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

You've had big time 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 going in the direction
What shall it be? What it, ya man?
When you spent life in a few years time?
You're out shell at 25 years of age
shall it be? What about it?

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

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

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