Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

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

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

I'd rather stay inside my home and pray to die
But my house is on fire 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 and walk the land
Wild run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the
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 lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
It's blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

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

You it, that's it, what will you look to be?
about it, mister, when you've had your last beer
You laughed at family and laughed at little wife
She you not to go out to that 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 along, I meet a lot of strange folks
Some with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice your are working well
They try to dig 'em out skull, and go for self

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

Victims in a panic run from the light
Underneath the city, the sewer pipes
the fire storm this becomes your new land
But there's no food, so you feed off the men

And now been seven 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 chase him there's another chasing me

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

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

You go to hell, what shall it be?
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

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

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