Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience change lives
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in in toxic waste
So most every identity to familiarize with smiles neatly
painted on a robotic
But not this man, he played the bucket with his
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 resigned from that
But I've never the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint down on the
And in a sort of way it all makes sense
While rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He sits on the of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a question would nurse
One day I asked he why he up his career
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the name tag" he added

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

So I took in what was said but I didn't it
Well maybe I did I mean I wouldn't admit it
I was too committed to the belief that all the work from now would
improve my future somehow
So I said, you don't nothing sitting in the street
And I'm sure you barely survive on the pennies you
He said, to your I make enough to eat
And I accomplish just as as you only I stop pretending my job matters
He me in my face and told 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 it, it goes

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

See I could myself up in a white 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 crazy carbon 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, the youth ... amp my frenzy
I taught my man playing away on his drum
Something in my brain and I became less dumb
I'm working for 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 like a waste of good fire
All because school taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned to myself just wouldn't hire

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 matter what you gave the bucket that you play
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, my application, how much do y'all pay