Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

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

Make Money and die the American Way
It matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die 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
maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work now would
improve my future somehow
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing sitting in the
And I'm sure you barely on the pennies you gather
He said, to surprise I make enough to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you only I 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 playing a
I still hear his when I set my alarm before bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so it, it goes

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

See I could dress myself up in a coat and say I'm a doctor
Carry a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm a sloppy lazy crazy 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, your calls and
called your my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my
When I taught my man playing on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became dumb
I'm for bread crumbs
there's a meaning
But my employment is just a bucket, I'm beating
And one day, I'll be old and
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 myself just wouldn't

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