Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Field

THE FIELDS
(G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez,C.Vargas, R.Alfaro)
(Jacken)
Street a dramatic depiction of non fiction
the co-exsistence of harmony and friction
We document our
Pro-abolition of static bringing those on a
The rendition of the street is territory 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 heat thugs aim for
The of the war is still unknown beef
Your crew will run deep six below streets
(Crow)
Everything appears as clear with no dust
The covers the clutch, look it, it's rust
loose screws like us that known too much
Confused by the news glued to the streets
Survival sources forces
thru to treat you from hurting
Heats burning, the worldnever started turning
learning thru the pain of lyrical
Doses of juice that hit the brain and
you go against the truce
Thru the use of abusive
nuses hanigng in to bump the box
Proving that L.A. blocks won't stop
Harm's ticking like a arm on the glock
Cocked back spit the to split
The stick talking shit, end up chalked up stiffs
on killing 'cause you can't stop it

In the killing fields I run my stee
You better recognize the war's here for
You murder against your will
And some run with intent to kill
II to uphold my mission
And fight to the bloody finish
Through the whole war I the position
troop fold opposition
(Duke)
No scar on your
When You fight on a true psycho
inside the circle
And go like sicko
Go on the front lines
And up on the signs of war time
One makes strange days
Now we run in the fields with the blade
Come a stand, my man
Or end up in am of steel
Shots, puncture wounds, straight
no time to explain
The action caused the chain reaction
Explode, the whole world red
Truth sparked, you lay cold

And watch revolution unfold
(Jacken)
Ghetto street pavement shelters
And the spark of automatic weapons
the tragic funeral traffic
Congested
Planet for respect before you lay
Why wait continue the
On fields that 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 at sight of cars my blocks ducks
Dodge bucks cops rush, a double-sided target
Scapegoat placed, fate's out to get you

You watch yourself
'Cause in the killing fields will get you
(Cynic)
An awful tragedy can rapidly make life unhappily
For so nastyt seems like everything came crashing
Sou main attraction of all the fucken blastin'
No satisfaction for livin' life so
A chain of all the bad that happens
We landed in an where crime goes on
From dusk 'til
Say a prayer walking through the killing fields
Where is real
Where people die crooked drug dels
Can you feel ill depending on your steel
To make that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap
Kill at is taught in his life of dark, raised like hogs
Danger lies in the streets and ghetto
are marked by a deadly art
(Duke)
Soldier, ever stop war
'Til the fucken battle's over,
down with intent to drown
In the madness with sadness, frown
I know, as as I roam
Paths of through psyclones
telephones and microphones
All form of communication
Through they run around bound

War time are found in downtown

In the killing fields I run my stee
You better the war's here for real
You might murder against will
And some run around with to kill
II swear to uphold my
And fight to the bloody finish
Through the whole war I hold the
Madman troop opposition