Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of
I try to roll, my slowly tears away
My is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

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

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

And so I leave out the and walk the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the man
And look around you, 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 rain may soon come down, you got to get
The lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody

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

shall that be? What shall that be?
When that moment comes
When the are drawn, the windows are shut
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 your little
She begged you not to go out to bar

As I feed off a pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a beat, and how I would act
I would from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking ripped

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

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

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

And now it's been seven months, I'm 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 another demon chasing me

All of moves backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm
there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to 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 time is up?
crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? What it, ya man?
you spent your life in a few years time?
You're burned out at 25 years of age
What it be? What about it?

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

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

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