Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Yourself

My Daddy me on a Friday morning
So sad to tell me just what done
You tried so hard to us all hate you
But in the end you was the one

Sick, tired, and wired
You never thought about anyone
You tried in to find something to kill you
In the end you had to do it

Who's to blame for the loveless
Who's to for the broken band
You ran from and all of it's pleasures
Your own teeth marks on own damned hand

out before the date expired
You rather die let anyone help
You rather die than a stab at living
Nothing kill you so you do it yourself

has those times when the night's so long
The dead-end life just drags you
You back under the microphone
And turn your demons walls of goddamned noise and sound

And it's a sorry thing to do to sweet sister
It's a sorry to do to your little boy
It's a thing to do to the folks who love you
Your and Daddy lost their only boy

Some should say I should cut you
But you so hard at unhappiness
Living too hard just couldn't you
In the end you had to do it
Living too just couldn't kill you
In the end you had to do it