Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

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

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

So I took in what was said but I accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the belief that all the work from now would
improve my future somehow
So I said, you accomplish nothing sitting in the street
And I'm you barely survive on the pennies you gather
He said, to your surprise I make 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 important than a bucket
I still hear his when I set my alarm before bed
I never could wash what he out of my head, so fuck it, it goes

Money and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you
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 what 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 carbon copy part of the heart of the
nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught calls and
called your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining
to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my
When I taught my man playing on his drum
clicked in my brain and I became less dumb
I'm working for crumbs
Pretending a meaning
But my employment is just a bucket, I'm beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my like what a waste of good fire
All because school never me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to just wouldn't hire

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
Money and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Money and die that's the American Way
But hey, here's my application, how much do pay