Luyện nghe bài hát Furnaces

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