Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror
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 off of roof tops
Uh, they scream in pain as their body flops

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

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

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in
The deadly rain may 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
raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, you're to the killing fields

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

You said it, that's it, what will you 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 off a dead pig, I'm thinking 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 fucking neck ripped

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

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

Victims in a panic run from the heated
Underneath the city, into the sewer
Into the fire this becomes your new land
But there's no food, so you off the other men

And now it's been 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 him there's another demon chasing me

All of time backwards, I'm growing old
And the are burning fire, and so I'm told
there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing fields

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

Come, on down, down
Come, on down, 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