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 smiles
on a robotic face
But not this man, he played the bucket with his
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 from that position
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
While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so
He on the corner of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a anyone would nurse
One day I he why he gave up his career
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" he added

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
It don't matter what name you the bucket that you play

So I in what was said but I didn't accept it
maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it
I was too to the belief that 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 barely on the pennies you gather
He said, to your surprise I make to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you only I pretending my job matters
He looked me in my face and 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 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
Money 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 you gave the bucket that you play

See I could dress 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 crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the
deranged nation that me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
survive mind 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 youth ... amp my
When I taught my man playing away on his
Something 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 life what a waste of good fire
All because school never me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself wouldn't hire

Make and die that's the American Way
Money 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
Money 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 much do pay