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 long as I feed it its ration of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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