Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience change lives
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in in toxic waste
So every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly
painted on a face
But not man, he played the bucket with his hands
And got paid but it was change people in his can
twenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by
But I all of a sudden he resigned from that position
But I've never the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he fingers paint down on the plastic
And in a twisted sort of way it all sense
While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so
He on the corner of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a question anyone nurse
One day I asked he why he gave up his
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" he added

Make Money and die the American Way
It don't matter what name you 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 took in what was 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 from now
my future existence somehow
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing in the street
And I'm sure you barely survive on the pennies you
He said, to your surprise I enough to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you only I stop pretending my job
He me in my face and told me I was a puppet
And what I do is no more important than a bucket
I still hear his when I set my alarm before bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it

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

See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a
Carry a nine by my belt 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 gave me the generation ecstasy under 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 youth ... amp my
When I taught my man away on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became less
I'm working for 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 like what a of good fire
All because never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself wouldn't hire

Make and die that's the American 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
Money and die that's the American Way
Make and die that's the American Way
Money and die that's the American Way
But hey, my application, how much do y'all pay