Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

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

Walking out the house, morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living
They're trying to die, they're off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in as their body flops

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

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

I hear the in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get
The lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
It's blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About or twice a week though it thunder storms
That's when giant heavy red and black form
raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, you're coming to the killing

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

You said it, that's it, what will you to be?
What it, mister, when you've had your last 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 I had a heart beat, and how I would act
I would from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your neck ripped

So as I along, I meet a lot of strange folks
Some people 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 oceans
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your
Try to run across the street hair will burst in flames

in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the sewer
Into the fire storm this becomes new land
But there's no food, so you off the other men

And now it's seven months, I'm barely fed
I a billy, billy goat with a human's head
steady screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another chasing 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
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the fields

You've had big time 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 in the wrong direction
shall it be? What about it, ya man?
When you spent your life in a few time?
You're burned out shell at 25 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 go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, shall it be?
You could go to

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

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