Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience that lives
That pave an agnostic a to lay in decay in toxic waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize smiles neatly
on a robotic face
But not this man, he the bucket with 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 he resigned from that position
But I've 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
they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He on the corner 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" he added

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

So I took in what was but I didn't accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I just admit it
I was too committed to the that all the hard work from now would
my future existence somehow
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 surprise I make enough to eat
And I accomplish as much 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 voice when I set my alarm bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it

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

See I could myself up in a white coat and say I'm a doctor
Carry a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm just a 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 offers, caught your calls and
your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my
When I taught my man away on his drum
clicked in my brain and I became less dumb
I'm working for crumbs
there's a meaning
But my is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my life what a waste of good fire
All school never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself just hire

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