Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror
Yet I move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly away
My is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

out the house, this morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living
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 been on fire like '85
I can only stand a night of the fatal
But see you never die, you only burn and

And so I leave out the and walk the land
Wild pigs run and 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 deadly rain may come down, you got to get inside
The see the lightning, they're screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the streets are a mess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now been seven months, I'm barely fed
I chase a billy, billy goat with a human's
He's screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him another demon chasing me

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

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

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

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