Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience that change
That pave an agnostic a to lay in decay in toxic waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to with smiles neatly
painted on a face
But not this man, he played the with his hands
And got paid but it was people dropped in his can
years ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from position
But I've never seen the sky quite as as his eyes
As he blistered fingers down on the plastic
And in a twisted sort of way it all sense
While they rush to die he provides the 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 tag" then he added

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

So I in what was said but I didn't accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work from now
improve my 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 surprise I make enough to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you only I stop pretending my job
He looked me in my face and told me I was a
And what I do is no important than playing a bucket
I still hear his voice I set my alarm before bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so it, it goes

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

See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a
a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm just a lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the
deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy water, I forgot
survive mind wash slaughtered by offers, caught your calls and
called forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the ... amp my frenzy
When I taught my man away on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became less
I'm working for bread
there's a meaning
But my employment is just a bucket, I'm desperately
And one day, I'll be old and
Looking at my like what a waste of good fire
All because never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself just hire

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