Luyện nghe bài hát The Beast

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

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

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

Oh, Beast, my hands
use them to slay 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 guards to up a man
Keep your foot on the pedal and eye on the ram
If hand should slip, why the boss don't shout
He just new fingers as he throws you out

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

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

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

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