Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really the experience that change lives
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic
So most every identity to familiarize with smiles neatly
painted on a face
But not this man, he played the with his hands
And got paid but it was change dropped in his can
twenty-three ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he from that position
But never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint down on the
And in a twisted sort of way it all makes
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 gave up his
He said, "I didn't, I just off the name tag" then he added

Make and die that's 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 what name you gave the bucket that you play

So I took in what was said but I accept it
maybe I did I mean I just 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 don't accomplish sitting 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 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 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 fuck it, it

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

See I could dress 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 just a sloppy lazy crazy copy part of the heart of the
deranged nation that me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
mind 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, consuming the ... amp my frenzy
I taught my man playing away on his drum
Something clicked in my and I became less dumb
I'm working for bread
Pretending a meaning
But my employment is just a bucket, I'm beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my like what a waste of good fire
All because school never me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself wouldn't hire

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