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

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

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

ain't no guards to slow up a man
Keep your foot on the 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 feed the
The don't stop when there ain't no cause
There's plenty of hands to feed the
The press don't stop when there ain't no

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

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

Well, now, I got a job in a
Feeding a that don't 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