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 slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I my day

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

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

And so I leave out the house and the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the man
And look around you, there's bodies hanging 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 come down, you got to get
The see the lightning, they're screaming, yes
It's blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

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

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

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

So as I along, I meet a lot of strange folks
people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice your eyeballs are working
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 your hair burst in flames

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

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

All of moves backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are fire, and so I'm told
That there's a lot of living such as the rich
That choose to 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 shall it be? What about it, ya
When you spent life in a few years time?
You're out shell at 25 years of age
What shall it be? What it?

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

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

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