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

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

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

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

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in
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 clouds form
It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, coming to the killing fields

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

You said it, that's it, what will you to be?
What about it, mister, when you've had 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 heart beat, and how I 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 a lot of strange folks
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open
And if they notice your eyeballs are working
They try to dig 'em out your skull, and go for

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

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

And now it's been months, I'm barely 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 there's another demon me

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

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, come on down,
Come, come on down,