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 slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I my day

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

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

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

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

About once or a week though 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 to the killing fields

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

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

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking
To when I had a heart beat, and how I act
I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking 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
try to dig 'em out your skull, and go for self

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

Victims in a run from the heated light
the city, into 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 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 there's another demon me

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

You've had your big time of lust and sin and
What is the end going to be when you realize that is up?
You've crossed the finish line going in the 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? What it?

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