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 make us all you
But in the end you was the one

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

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

Thrown out before the date
You die than let anyone help
You rather die take a stab at living
would kill you so you do it yourself

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

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

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