Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror
Yet I move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly away
My flesh is to my bed as I begin 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, only scream in pain as their body flops

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

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

I the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly rain may soon 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 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 killing

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

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

As I off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
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 fucking neck ripped

So as I along, I meet a lot of strange folks
Some people with no eyes, and gashed throats
And if they notice your eyeballs are well
try to dig 'em out your skull, and go for self

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

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

And now it's seven 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 him there's another demon chasing me

All of time backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm
That there's a lot of living such 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
What is the end going to be when you realize time is up?
You've the finish line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? about it, ya man?
When you spent your life in a few time?
You're out shell at 25 years of age
What it be? What about it?

You could go to hell, what 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 go to hell

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,
Come, come on down,