Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the that change lives
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in in toxic waste
So most every identity to familiarize with smiles neatly
painted on a robotic
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 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 rush to die he the soundtrack so tragic
He on the corner of 7th and 1st
And I was for a question 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" then he

Make Money and die the American 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 you gave the bucket that you play

So I took in what was said but I didn't 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
my future existence somehow
So I said, you accomplish nothing sitting in the street
And I'm sure you survive 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 and told me I was a puppet
And I do is no more important than playing a bucket
I still hear his voice I set my alarm before bed
I never could what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes

Make and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Money and die that's the American Way
It matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die that's the Way
Make Money and die that's the 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
Carry a nine by my buckle 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 water, I forgot
mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught 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 away on his
Something clicked in my brain and I less dumb
I'm working for bread
Pretending there's a
But my employment is a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my life like what a waste of good
All school never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself wouldn't hire

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 what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die the American Way
Money and die that's the American Way
Make and die that's the American Way
But hey, my application, how much do y'all pay