Luyện nghe bài hát The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of
I try to roll, my skin 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 the bodies of the living dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their flops

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

And so I out the house and walk the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the man
And look around you, 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 down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, screaming, yes
It's blood, the streets are a bloody mess

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

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

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

As I off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a beat, and how I would act
I would steal from the poor, I'd at the sick
But in the fields, you get your fucking neck ripped

So as I walk along, I meet a lot of folks
Some people no eyes, and gashed open 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
victims, fire and oceans overwhelm
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your
Try to run across the your hair will burst in flames

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

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

All of time backwards, I'm growing old
And the are burning fire, and so I'm told
That a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing

You've had your big time of and sin and filth
What is the end going to be when you realize that is up?
You've the finish line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? What about it, ya
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 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 go to hell

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

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