Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Field

THE FIELDS
(G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez,C.Vargas, R.Alfaro)
(Jacken)
Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non
Showing the co-exsistence of harmony and
We document our
Pro-abolition of static bringing on a mission
The rendition of the is territory counts as power
Defence and attack clash with firarm
The irony of casket flowers, that at hours
self-inflicted, controlled by watchtowers
Meanb streets, pavement,
force heat thugs aim for defeat
The origin of the war is still beef
Your crew will run deep six feet streets
(Crow)
Everything appears as clear with no dust
The covers the clutch, look behind it, rust
Fear loose like us that known too much
Confused by the stay glued to the streets
Survival sources emergency
thru to treat you from hurting
Heats keep burning, the started turning
learning thru the pain of lyrical
Doses of vain juice that hit the and
Make you go against the
Thru the use of music
nuses hanigng in to bump the box
Proving that these L.A. won't stop
Harm's ticking like a arm on the glock
Cocked spit the bullet to split
The walking talking shit, end up chalked up stiffs
Keep on killing 'cause you stop it

In the killing I run with my stee
You better recognize the war's for real
You might against your will
And some run with intent to kill
II to uphold my mission
And that's fight to the finish
Through the whole war I hold the
Madman troop fold
(Duke)
No scar on your
When You fight on a true psycho
inside the circle
And go crazy like
Go stand on the front
And pick up on the signs of war
One time makes strange
Now we run wild in the fields the blade
take a stand, my man
Or end up in am of steel
Shots, wounds, straight pain
no time to explain
The action that caused the chain
Explode, the world red code
Truth sparked, you lay cold

And watch this unfold
(Jacken)
Ghetto street shelters static
And harbor the spark of automatic
Setting the funeral traffic
Congested
Planet caravan for before you lay
Why wait the killing
On barren fields yield no real scrill
How !
clowns frown in bad times
Which probably mad dogs and high crime
Influx of murder deluxe to us
Bust so repeated at sight of cars my blocks
Dodge bucks rush, you're a double-sided target
Scapegoat strategically placed, out to get you

You watch yourself
'Cause in the killing fields will get you
(Cynic)
An awful tragedy can rapidly make your unhappily
For living so nastyt like everything came crashing
Sou your main of all the fucken blastin'
No satisfaction for livin' so drastic
A chain of all the bad that happens
We landed in an area crime goes on
From dusk dawn
Say a prayer before walking through the fields
Where shit is
Where people die over crooked drug
Can you feel living ill depending on steel
To that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap thrils
Kill at will is taught in his of dark, raised like hogs
Danger lies in the streets and ghetto
Lives are marked by a art
(Duke)
Soldier, don't stop war
'Til the battle's over, yeah
Come down with to drown
In the madness with sadness, frown
I know, as soon as I
of destruction through psyclones
Blow and microphones
All form of gone
Through they run murder bound

War folk are found in downtown

In the killing I run with my stee
You better recognize the war's for real
You might murder your will
And some run with intent to kill
II to uphold my mission
And that's to the bloody finish
the whole war I hold the position
Madman fold opposition