Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many tales
Yet I move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I my day

Walking out the house, morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of tops
Uh, they only scream in as their 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 stand a night of the smoke
But see you die, you only burn and choke

And so I leave out the house and the land
pigs run and feed off the dying man
And around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees
But they're not dying, 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
It's blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

What that 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 about it, mister, when had your last beer
You laughed at family and laughed at little wife
She you not to go out to that bar

As I off a dead 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 fields, you get your fucking neck ripped

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

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

Victims in a panic run from the light
the city, into the sewer 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 chase a billy, billy 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 are burning fire, and so I'm told
That a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch, see you in the killing fields

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

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

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

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