Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience change lives
That pave an a place to lay in decay in toxic waste
So every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles 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
twenty-three years ago he was a by description
But I all of a sudden he resigned from that position
But never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he fingers paint down on the plastic
And in a twisted of way it all makes sense
While rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He on the corner of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a question would nurse
One day I he why he gave up his career
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" he added

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

So I took in what was said but I didn't it
Well I did I mean I just wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the that all the hard work from now would
improve my future existence
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing sitting in the
And I'm sure you barely on the pennies you gather
He said, to your surprise I 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 could wash what he out of my head, so fuck it, it goes

Money and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the that you play
Make and die that's the American Way
Make and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die that's the 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 belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a
Maybe I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy of the heart of the
deranged nation that gave me the generation under water, I forgot
survive wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your calls and
called your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining
to spin, the youth ... amp my frenzy
When I taught my man playing on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became dumb
I'm for bread crumbs
there's a meaning
But my is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my life like a waste of good fire
All because never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself just hire

Money and die that's the American Way
Make and die that's the American Way
Money and die that's the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you
Make Money and die the American Way
Make Money and die that's the Way
Money and die that's the American Way
But hey, here's my application, how do y'all pay