Luyện nghe bài hát Furnaces

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