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 tears away
My flesh is to my bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house, 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, they only in pain as their body flops

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

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

I the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly rain may come down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the are a bloody mess

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

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

You said it, that's it, will you look to be?
What about it, mister, when had your last beer
You laughed at and laughed at your little wife
She you not to go out to that bar

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm 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 your fucking neck

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

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

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

And now it's 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 demon 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 living such as the rich
That choose to like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing fields

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

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

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

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