Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of
I try to roll, my skin slowly away
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I 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 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 since like '85
I can only stand a of the fatal smoke
But see you die, you only burn and choke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Victims in a panic run from the light
Underneath the city, into the pipes
Into the fire 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 chase a billy, billy goat 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
That there's a lot of 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?
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 at 25 years of age
What shall it be? 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 go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to

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

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