Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears
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 of the living dead
trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in as their body flops

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

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

About once or twice a week it thunder storms
when giant heavy red and black clouds form
It's blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, you're coming to the fields

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

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

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm back
To I had a heart beat, and how I would 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
people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they your eyeballs are working well
try to dig 'em out your skull, and go for self

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

Victims in a panic run from the light
Underneath the city, into the sewer
Into the fire storm this 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 with a head
He's screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another chasing me

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

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

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

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

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