Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I of many horror tales
Yet I move, my bed is made of nails
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 with the bodies of the dead
They're trying to die, they're off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their flops

I'd stay inside my home and only 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 only and choke

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

I hear the in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly may soon come down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

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

You said it, that's it, what will you to be?
What about it, mister, when you've had 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 dead pig, I'm thinking
To I had a heart beat, and how I would act
I steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
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 notice your eyeballs are working well
They try to dig 'em out skull, and go for self

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

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

And now it's 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 chase him there's another demon 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 such as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing

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

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

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

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