Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Field

THE FIELDS
(G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez,C.Vargas, R.Alfaro)
(Jacken)
theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction
Showing the of harmony and friction
We our situation
Pro-abolition of static those on a mission
The rendition of the is territory counts as power
Defence and attack with firarm showers
The irony of casket flowers, that at violent
self-inflicted, controlled by watchtowers
Meanb streets, pavement,
Triggers force thugs aim for defeat
The of the war is still unknown beef
Your crew will run deep six feet below
(Crow)
Everything appears as clear with no dust
The covers the clutch, look it, it's rust
Fear loose screws like us that too much
by the news stay glued to the streets
Survival emergency forces
Sweep to treat you from hurting
Heats keep burning, the worldnever started
You're learning the pain of lyrical
Doses of vain that hit the brain and
you go against the truce
Thru the use of music
nuses hanigng in to bump the box
Proving that these L.A. won't stop
Harm's ticking a clock arm on the glock
Cocked back spit the bullet to
The walking stick talking shit, end up up stiffs
Keep on 'cause you can't stop it

In the fields I run with my stee
You better the war's here for real
You might murder against will
And run around with intent to kill
II to uphold my mission
And fight to the bloody finish
Through the war I hold the position
Madman troop fold
(Duke)
No on your soul
When You fight on like a psycho
inside the circle
And go crazy sicko
Go stand on the front
And pick up on the signs of war
One time makes days
Now we run wild in the fields with the
Come a stand, my man
Or end up in am of steel
Shots, puncture wounds, pain
no time to explain
The action caused the chain reaction
Explode, the whole red code
Truth sparked, you lay cold

And watch this unfold
(Jacken)
Ghetto street shelters static
And harbor the spark of weapons
the tragic funeral traffic
Congested
caravan for respect before you lay
Why wait continue the
On barren fields yield no real scrill
How !
clowns frown in bad times
Which probably explains mad dogs and high
Influx of murder to strike us
so repeated at sight of cars my blocks ducks
Dodge cops rush, you're a double-sided target
strategically placed, fate's out to get you

You watch yourself
'Cause in the killing fields will get you
(Cynic)
An awful tragedy can rapidly your life unhappily
For living so nastyt seems like everything crashing
Sou your main attraction of all the fucken
No satisfaction for livin' life so
A reaction of all the bad that happens
We landed in an area where goes on
From dusk dawn
Say a prayer before walking through the fields
shit is real
Where people die over drug dels
Can you feel living ill depending on your
To make that dollar bill, robbing for cheap thrils
Kill at will is in his life of dark, raised like hogs
lies in the streets and ghetto parks
Lives are marked by a art
(Duke)
Soldier, don't stop war
'Til the fucken battle's over,
Come with intent to drown
In the filled with sadness, frown
I know, as as I roam
Paths of through psyclones
telephones and microphones
All form of communication
they run around murder bound

War time folk are in downtown

In the killing fields I run my stee
You better recognize the here for real
You might murder against your
And some run around intent to kill
II swear to uphold my
And that's fight to the finish
the whole war I hold the position
Madman troop opposition