Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears
My flesh is to my bed as I begin my day

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

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

And so I leave out the house and the land
Wild run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, there's bodies hanging the trees
But not dying, they're 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 lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody

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

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

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

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

So as I walk along, I a lot of strange folks
people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice your are working well
They try to dig 'em out skull, and go for self

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 across the street your hair will burst in

Victims in a panic run from the light
Underneath the city, the sewer pipes
Into the fire storm this becomes new land
But there's no food, so you feed off the men

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

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

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

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

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

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