Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Yourself

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

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

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

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

Everyone has those when the night's so long
The dead-end life drags you down
You lean back under the
And turn your demons into of goddamned noise and sound

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

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