Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one understands the experience that change lives
That an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with neatly
painted on a robotic
But not this man, he the bucket with his hands
And got paid but it was change dropped in his can
years ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he from that position
But never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered fingers down on the plastic
And in a sort of way it all makes sense
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 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 and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the bucket you play

So I in what was said but I didn't accept it
Well I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work 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 stop 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 wash he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes

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

See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a
Carry a nine by my buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy 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 your and
your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my
When I my man playing away on his drum
clicked in my brain and I became less dumb
I'm for bread crumbs
Pretending there's a
But my is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my life what a waste of good fire
All because school taught 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 the American Way
It don't matter what name you the bucket that you play
Make and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
But hey, my application, how much do y'all pay