Luyện nghe bài hát The Beast

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

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

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

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

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

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

ain't one man out on the press
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

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

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