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 skin tears away
My is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

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

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

I hear the in the sky, so I run in hide
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 twice a week it thunder storms
That's when heavy red and black clouds form
raining 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
the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut
The doors close and you've what you've written

You said it, that's it, what you look to be?
What about it, mister, you've had your last beer
You laughed at 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 beat, and how I would act
I steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck

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

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

Victims in a panic run from the heated
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 a billy, 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 time backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm
there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to live 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?
crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? What it, ya man?
When you spent your life in a few time?
burned out shell at 25 years of age
What it be? What about it?

You could go to hell, what 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, on down, down
Come, on down, down
Come, on down, down

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