Luyện nghe bài hát How Much Do You Pay?

No one understands the experience that change lives
That an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to with smiles neatly
on a robotic face
But not this man, he played the bucket his hands
And got paid but it was change people in his can
years ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that
But I've never seen the sky quite as as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint on the plastic
And in a twisted of way it all makes sense
While 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 gave up his
He said, "I didn't, I just took off the tag" then 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 that's the Way
It don't matter what you gave the bucket that you play

So I took in what was said but I accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I just admit it
I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work now would
improve my future existence
So I said, you don't accomplish nothing 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 just as much as you only I stop pretending my job matters
He looked me in my face and told me I was a
And what I do is no important 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 the American Way
Make Money and die that's the 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
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 wear a gold and say I'm a copper
Maybe I'm just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon part of the heart of the
deranged nation that me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
survive mind wash slaughtered by 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
I taught my man playing away on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I less dumb
I'm working for crumbs
Pretending a meaning
But my employment is a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, be old and retired
Looking at my life like a waste of good fire
All because school never taught me how to be
And the job concerned to myself just wouldn't hire

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