Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

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

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

I'd rather stay inside my home and pray 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 and choke

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

I hear the 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
It's blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now been seven 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 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 souls as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the fields

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

Come, on down, down
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