Answer:
I have feet on my head
Iron roof, glass walls, I burn and burn but never fall. What am I?
I build bridges of silver and crowns of gold. What am I?
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
Break me and I am better, immediately set and harder to be broken again. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.