Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of horror tales
Yet I move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my slowly tears away
My flesh is to my bed as I begin my day

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

I'd rather stay inside my home and only to die
But my house is been on fire 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 house and walk the
Wild run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, there's hanging from the trees
But not dying, they're only crying, "Please"

I the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly may soon come down, you got to get inside
The see the lightning, they're screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the are a bloody mess

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

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

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

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

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

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

in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the pipes
Into the fire storm this your new land
But no food, so you feed off the other men

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

All of time backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are 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
What is the end going to be when you realize time is up?
You've crossed the finish going in the wrong direction
What it be? What about it, ya man?
When you your life in a few years time?
You're burned out shell at 25 of age
What it be? What about it?

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

Come, come on 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, come on down,