Luyện nghe bài hát The Beast

I got a job in a
Feeding a beast that don't me
It don't give a darn about how I
As long as I feed it its of steel

And pity the man who knows the
That comes the bite of that monster's teeth
Pity the man who knows the
That comes with the bite of monster's teeth

Watch your mitts at the of the stroke
a re-peat killer, and will go for broke
It shoulda been melted 'bout years back
But it feeds the boss and he that snack

Oh, Beast, my hands
I'll use them to you if I get the chance
Oh, Beast, my hands
I'll use them to slay you if I get the

There ain't no to slow up a man
Keep your on the pedal and your eye on the ram
If your should slip, why the boss don't shout
He just new fingers as he throws you out

There's plenty of hands to the jaws
The press don't stop when ain't no cause
There's of hands to feed the jaws
The press don't stop there ain't no cause

There ain't one man out on the
Who wouldn't quit if jobs scarce
But a man has to have his meal
And that Beast's have its cold rolled steel

Deep inside the dreams
make us the masters of the machines
While deep remain the dreams
make us the masters of the machines

Well, now, I got a job in a
Feeding a beast that like me
It don't give a darn how I feel
As as I feed it its ration of steel
Long as I feed it its of steel