Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience change lives
That an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with neatly
on a robotic face
But not this man, he played the bucket his hands
And got but it was change people dropped in his can
twenty-three ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that
But I've never the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint down on the
And in a twisted sort of way it all makes
they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He on the corner of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a question anyone would
One day I asked he why he gave up his
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the tag" then he added

Make Money and die that's the Way
It don't what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die the American Way
It don't matter name you gave the bucket that you play

So I took in was said but I didn't accept it
Well I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the belief all the hard work from now would
improve my future existence
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing sitting in the
And I'm sure you survive on the pennies you gather
He said, to surprise I make enough to eat
And I just as much as you only I stop pretending my job matters
He looked me in my and told me I was a puppet
And what I do is no more than playing a bucket
I still hear his voice when I set my before bed
I never could what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes

Make Money and die the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Make Money and die that's the Way
It matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die the American Way
Make and die that's the American Way
Money and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the bucket you play

See I could dress up in a white coat and say I'm a doctor
Carry a by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the
deranged nation gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
survive mind wash by Austria's offers, caught your calls and
your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my
When I my man playing away on his drum
clicked in my brain and I became less dumb
I'm for bread crumbs
there's a meaning
But my employment is a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my life like a waste of good fire
All because never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself wouldn't hire

Money and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Make and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what name you the bucket that you play
Make and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Make Money and die that's the Way
But hey, here's my application, how do y'all pay