Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience that change
That pave an a place to lay in decay in toxic waste
So most identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly
on a robotic 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 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 down on the plastic
And in a sort 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 for a question anyone would nurse
One day I asked he why he up his career
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" then he

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

So I in what was said but I didn't accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I just admit it
I was too committed to the belief all the hard work from now would
my future existence somehow
So I said, you accomplish nothing sitting in the street
And I'm sure you survive on the pennies you gather
He said, to your surprise I make to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you only I pretending my job matters
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 voice when I set my before bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so it, it goes

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

See I could dress myself up in a coat and say I'm a doctor
a nine 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 gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I
survive mind wash by Austria's offers, caught your calls and
called your my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the ... 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 employment is just a bucket, I'm desperately
And one day, I'll be old and
Looking at my life what a waste of good fire
All because school taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself just wouldn't

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