Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Field

THE FIELDS
(G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez,C.Vargas, R.Alfaro)
(Jacken)
Street theater's a dramatic of non fiction
Showing the co-exsistence of harmony and
We document our
Pro-abolition of static bringing on a mission
The rendition of the street is territory as power
Defence and attack with firarm showers
The irony of casket flowers, that at violent
It's self-inflicted, controlled by
streets, pavement, concrete
Triggers force thugs aim for defeat
The origin of the war is still beef
Your crew run deep six feet below streets
(Crow)
Everything appears as clear with no dust
The the clutch, look behind it, it's rust
Fear loose screws us that known too much
Confused by the stay glued to the streets
Survival sources emergency
thru to treat you from hurting
Heats keep burning, the worldnever turning
You're learning the pain of lyrical
Doses of vain juice hit the brain and
you go against the truce
Thru the use of music
Severing nuses in to bump the box
Proving that these L.A. blocks won't
Harm's like a clock arm on the glock
Cocked back spit the to split
The walking stick talking shit, end up up stiffs
Keep on killing 'cause you stop it

In the killing fields I run my stee
You better recognize the here for real
You might murder against your
And some run with intent to kill
II swear to uphold my
And fight to the bloody finish
Through the war I hold the position
Madman troop fold
(Duke)
No on your soul
When You fight on like a true
Roam inside the
And go crazy like
Go on the front lines
And up on the signs of war time
One time makes days
Now we run wild in the fields the blade
take a stand, my man
Or end up in am of rain
Shots, puncture wounds, pain
Aun't no time to
The action caused the chain reaction
Explode, the whole red code
gets sparked, you lay cold

And watch revolution unfold
(Jacken)
Ghetto street pavement static
And the spark of automatic weapons
Setting the funeral traffic
onhighway
Planet for respect before you lay
Why wait continue the
On barren that yield no real scrill
How !
clowns frown in bad times
Which explains mad dogs and high crime
Influx of murder to strike us
Bust so at sight of cars my blocks ducks
Dodge bucks cops rush, a double-sided target
Scapegoat placed, fate's out to get you

You watch yourself
'Cause in the fields they will get you
(Cynic)
An tragedy can rapidly make your life unhappily
For living so nastyt like everything came crashing
Sou your main attraction of all the fucken
No satisfaction for livin' life so
A reaction of all the bad that happens
We landed in an area where goes on
From dusk 'til
Say a prayer before walking through the killing
shit is real
Where die over crooked drug dels
Can you living ill depending on your steel
To make that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap
Kill at will is taught in his life of dark, raised hogs
Danger in the streets and ghetto parks
are marked by a deadly art
(Duke)
Soldier, ever stop war
the fucken battle's over, yeah
Come down intent to drown
In the madness filled with sadness,
I know, as soon as I
Paths of through psyclones
telephones and microphones
All form of communication
Through run around murder bound

War time folk are in downtown

In the killing I run with my stee
You better recognize the here for real
You might against your will
And some run with intent to kill
II to uphold my mission
And that's fight to the bloody
Through the whole war I hold the
Madman troop fold