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 slowly tears
My flesh is 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 to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their flops

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

And so I leave out the and walk the land
Wild run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, bodies hanging from the trees
But they're not dying, only crying, "Please"

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

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

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

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

As I feed off a pig, I'm thinking back
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
people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice eyeballs 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 overwhelm
To outside, the heat will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street your hair will in flames

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

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

All of moves backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm
That there's a lot of living such as the rich
That choose to 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 to be when you realize that time is up?
crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? What it, ya man?
When you your life in a few years time?
You're burned out shell at 25 of age
What shall it be? 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, what it be?
You go to hell

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

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