Luyện nghe bài hát The Beast

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

And pity the man who the grief
That comes with the bite of that teeth
the man who knows the grief
That comes with the bite of that teeth

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

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

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

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

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

Deep inside the dreams
That make us the 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 that like me
It don't give a darn about how I
As long as I feed it its of steel
Long as I feed it its ration of