Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one understands the experience that change lives
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in in toxic waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with neatly
on a robotic face
But not this man, he played the bucket 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 I've seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint on the plastic
And in a twisted of way it all makes sense
While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so
He sits on the of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a anyone would nurse
One day I asked he why he up his career
He said, "I didn't, I took off the name tag" then he added

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

So I took in what was said but I didn't it
Well maybe I did I mean I 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 you barely survive on the pennies you gather
He said, to surprise I make enough to eat
And I accomplish just as as you only I stop 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 voice when I set my alarm bed
I never wash what 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
Money and die that's 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 that's the Way
Make Money and die that's the Way
It don't matter what name you gave the that you play

See I dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a doctor
Carry a nine by my belt buckle 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 under water, I forgot
mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your calls and
called your forefathers my bosses, 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 and I became less dumb
I'm working for crumbs
there's a meaning
But my is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, I'll be old and
Looking at my like what a waste of good fire
All school never taught me how to be inspired
And the job applying to myself just wouldn't hire

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