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 waste
So most every 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 ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he resigned that position
But never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint on the plastic
And in a sort of way it all makes sense
they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
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 off the name tag" then he added

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

So I in what was said 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
improve my existence somehow
So I said, you don't accomplish sitting in the street
And I'm sure you barely survive on the pennies you
He said, to your surprise I make to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you only I pretending my job matters
He looked me in my face and me I was a puppet
And what I do is no more than playing 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 that's the Way
Make Money and die that's the Way
Make Money and die that's the Way
It don't what name you gave the bucket that you play
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 matter what name you gave the bucket you play

See I could dress myself up in a white and say I'm a doctor
Carry a nine by my belt buckle a gold badge and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the
deranged that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your and
called your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining
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 a meaning
But my employment is just a bucket, I'm beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my life like what a waste of fire
All because never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself just hire

Make and die that's the American Way
Make Money and die the American Way
Money and die that's the American Way
It matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die that's the Way
Make Money and die that's the Way
Money and die that's the American Way
But hey, my application, how much do y'all pay