Luyện nghe bài hát Furnaces

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