Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience that change
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in waste
So most identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly
painted on a face
But not this man, he the bucket with his hands
And got but it was change people dropped in his can
twenty-three ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he from that position
But never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered paint down on the plastic
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 thirsty for a question anyone would
One day I asked he why he up his career
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the tag" then he added

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

So I took in what was but I didn't accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I just wouldn't it
I was too committed to the belief that all the hard from now would
improve my future somehow
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing in the street
And I'm sure you barely survive on the you gather
He said, to your surprise I enough 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 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

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

See I could dress myself up in a coat and say I'm a doctor
Carry a nine by my belt buckle wear a gold badge and say I'm a
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 my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my
When I taught my man playing on his drum
Something clicked in my and I became less dumb
I'm working for crumbs
Pretending a meaning
But my employment is a bucket, I'm desperately beating
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 to myself just wouldn't hire

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