Luyện nghe bài hát The Beast

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

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

Watch your at the start 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 loves snack

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

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

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

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

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

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