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 tears 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 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 been on fire like '85
I can only stand a of the fatal smoke
But see you never die, you only and choke

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

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

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

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

You said it, that's it, what you look to be?
about it, mister, when you've 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 steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get fucking neck ripped

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

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

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

And now it's been seven months, I'm 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 fire, and so I'm told
That there's a lot of living souls such as the
That choose to live like a bitch, see you in the killing fields

You've had your big time of and sin and filth
What is the end going to be when you that time is up?
You've crossed the finish line going in the direction
What shall it be? What it, ya man?
When you spent your 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 could go to hell, shall it be?
You could go to hell, shall it be?
You could go to hell, what it be?
You could go to

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

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