Luyện nghe bài hát The Beast

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

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

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

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

ain't no guards to slow up a man
Keep foot on the pedal and your eye on the ram
If your should slip, why the boss don't shout
He just buys new 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 plenty of hands to the jaws
The press don't stop when 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 rolled

inside remain the dreams
That make us the masters of the
While inside remain the dreams
That make us the masters of the

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 it its ration of steel
Long as I feed it its of steel