Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of
I try to roll, my slowly 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
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of tops
Uh, they only in pain as their body flops

I'd rather stay inside my and only pray to die
But my house is been on fire like '85
I can stand a night of the fatal smoke
But see you die, you only burn and choke

And so I out the house and walk the land
Wild run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the
But they're not dying, they're 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 though it storms
That's giant heavy red and black clouds form
It's raining blood, livers, and from the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, you're coming to the fields

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

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

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

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

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

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
steady screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him another demon chasing me

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

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

Come, on down, down
Come, on down, 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