Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience that 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 man, he played the bucket with his hands
And got paid but it was change people in his can
twenty-three ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he from that position
But I've never seen the sky quite as clear as his
As he blistered fingers paint on the plastic
And in a twisted sort of way it all makes
While they to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He sits on the 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 name tag" 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 that's the Way
It don't matter what name you the bucket that you play

So I took in what was said but I accept it
maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the that all the hard work from now would
my future existence somehow
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing in the street
And I'm sure you barely survive on the you gather
He said, to your surprise I enough to eat
And I just 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 important than playing a bucket
I still hear his when I set my alarm before bed
I could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes

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

See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a
Carry a nine by my belt wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the
deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I
survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your 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 working for 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 life what a waste of good fire
All school 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 that's the Way
Money and die that's the American Way
It matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make and die that's the American Way
Make and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
But hey, here's my application, how do y'all pay