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 with smiles neatly
painted on a robotic
But not man, he played the bucket with his hands
And got paid but it was change dropped in his can
twenty-three years ago he was a by description
But I all of a sudden he resigned from that position
But I've seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered paint down on the plastic
And in a twisted of way it all makes sense
they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He on the corner of 7th and 1st
And I was for a question anyone would nurse
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 matter what name you 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 but I didn't accept it
Well maybe I did I 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 in the street
And I'm sure you survive on the pennies you gather
He said, to surprise I make enough to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you I stop 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 hear his voice when I set my alarm before bed
I never could wash what he out of my head, so fuck it, it goes

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

See I could myself up in a white coat and say I'm a doctor
Carry a by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm 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 my man playing away on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became dumb
I'm for bread crumbs
Pretending a meaning
But my is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, I'll be old and
at my life like 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

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