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 slowly tears 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 leaping off of roof
Uh, only scream in pain as their body flops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of time moves backwards, I'm old
And the are burning fire, and so I'm told
That a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to like 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 you realize that time is up?
You've crossed the line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? about it, ya man?
When you spent life in a few years time?
burned out shell at 25 years of age
What shall it be? 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 could go to hell, shall it be?
You could go to

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