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 slowly tears away
My flesh is to my bed as I begin my day

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

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

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

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

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

What shall that be? What shall be?
When that fine moment
When the are drawn, the windows 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, when you've had your beer
You laughed at family and at your 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 would steal the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your neck ripped

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

Now in the summertime, it's like a whole realm
Water victims, and oceans overwhelm
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 the heated light
Underneath the city, into the pipes
Into the storm this becomes your new land
But there's no food, so you off the other men

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

You've had your big 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 in the wrong direction
What shall it be? about it, ya man?
When you spent life in a few years time?
You're burned out shell at 25 of age
What shall it be? What it?

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

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

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