Luyện nghe bài hát The Beast

I got a job in a
Feeding a beast that like me
It give a darn about 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 monster's
Pity the man who the grief
That with the bite of that monster's teeth

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

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

There ain't no guards to up a man
your 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

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

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

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

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