Luyện nghe bài hát Furnaces

No matter how much coal you in the mouth of your child
These furnaces still want more, these still want more
They in fleets and in droves, the puritanical (folk)
furnaces still want more
Into the with the ropes tied round your wrist,
You're the last but you don't know it
This is junkyard love on the of lust,
Keep the furnace burning less we turn rust
little bird in his nest (sat there) fracking for the shale gas
These furnaces never know when to quit, these furnaces never the oil slick,
So you spark up cigar, rev the engine on your bulletproof car,
These furnaces want more
Into the abyss the ropes tied round your wrist,
You're the illusionist but you don't know it
This is love on the scrapheap of lust,
Keep the furnace burning less we turn into
is junkyard love on the scrapheap of lust,
Keep the furnace burning less we turn rust
Keep it baby
is junkyard love on the scrapheap of lust,
Keep the furnace less we turn into rust