Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I of many horror tales
Yet I move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I 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 off of roof tops
Uh, only scream in pain as their body flops

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

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

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in
The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get
The lunatics see the lightning, 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 you die, you're coming to the killing fields

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

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

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

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

in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, the sewer pipes
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 a human's head
He's screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another chasing me

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

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

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

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

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