Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is of nails
I try to roll, my skin tears away
My is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house, morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the of the living dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of tops
Uh, they only in pain as their body flops

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

And so I leave out the and walk the land
Wild pigs run and 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 come down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

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

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

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

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

Now in the summertime, it's like a 'nother realm
Water victims, fire and overwhelm
To walk outside, the will surely cook your brains
Try to run the street your hair will burst in flames

Victims in a run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the sewer
Into the fire storm this becomes 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
steady screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's demon 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 such as the rich
That to live like 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 realize time is up?
You've crossed the finish line going in the direction
What shall it be? What about it, ya
When you spent your in a few years time?
You're burned out shell at 25 of age
What it be? What about it?

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

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

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