Luyện nghe bài hát You Did It

(Sample: Billy "We Didn't Start the Fire")
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in
of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die due to your masochist nature
You're death comes eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's been attempted; not alive if you meant it
And if you survive be labeled demented
And sent to expensive
Where they'll keep you with narcotics
Strapped to a in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room to bash your skull
Or hang yourself with a
It's ironic a fable
has infected you, you're under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to neck
And pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a on the other side
Once you've you can't come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To find out before it's your time, you'd have to
Like Japanese did for their cause
there's something beautiful to balance the violent shit

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun into your and blasted yourself
And it, kid
You come back
You it, but you're deaded
You a suicide, and your whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? Choose a
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope around your
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
Chopped in by a band saw
Take a from life to stop and laugh
I can't the pain you feel
You're not a coward; you're
You allowed your head to be by a train wheel
to the throat, methamphetamine ducts
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in of a truck and be a corpse in the street
And try to go out dramatically like Portman in "Heat"
days underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, a shit, like Elvis
Found in your with a gun in your hand
And a note next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide solve it
Check out the hook; Budd Dwyer a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver from a manilla envelope, panics)
"This will only take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This will someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and fires upwards his skull)
Crowd: "No, oh my god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
"Alright, settle down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"