Luyện nghe bài hát The Beast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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