Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience that lives
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to with smiles neatly
painted on a robotic
But not this man, he the bucket with his hands
And got but it was change people dropped in his can
years ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that
But I've never seen the sky quite as as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint down on the
And in a sort of way it all makes sense
While they rush to die he provides the 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 up his career
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 matter what you gave the bucket that you play
Make and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what 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 that all the hard work from now would
improve my existence somehow
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing sitting in the
And I'm sure you barely survive on the you gather
He said, to surprise I make enough to eat
And I accomplish as much as you only I stop pretending my job matters
He me in my face and told me I was a puppet
And what I do is no more important than a bucket
I still hear his voice when I set my before bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it

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

See I dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a doctor
a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy of the heart of the
deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I
mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your calls and
called forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the ... amp my frenzy
I taught my man playing away on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became less
I'm for bread crumbs
there's a meaning
But my is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, I'll be old and
Looking at my life like a waste of good fire
All because school taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned to myself just wouldn't hire

Make and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die that's the Way
Make and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what 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
But hey, here's my application, how much do pay