Luyện nghe bài hát Furnaces

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