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 decay in toxic
So most every identity to familiarize with smiles neatly
on a robotic face
But not this man, he played the bucket his hands
And got but it was change people dropped in his can
twenty-three years ago he was a by description
But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from position
But never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he fingers paint down on the plastic
And in a sort of way it all makes sense
they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He sits on the of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a question anyone would
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 Money and die the American Way
It don't matter what name you gave the bucket that you
Make Money and die the American Way
It matter what name you gave the bucket that you play

So I took in what was said but I accept 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 I make enough to eat
And I just as much 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 before bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so it, it goes

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

See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I'm a
Carry a nine by my buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm just a sloppy 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, the youth ... amp my frenzy
When I taught my man playing on his drum
clicked in my brain and I became less dumb
I'm working for bread
Pretending there's a
But my employment is just a bucket, I'm beating
And one day, I'll be old and
at my life like what a waste of good fire
All school never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned to myself just wouldn't hire

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