Luyện nghe bài hát Furnaces

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