Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Yourself

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

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

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

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

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

And a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister
It's a sorry to do to your little boy
It's a sorry to do to the folks who love you
Mama and Daddy lost 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 hard couldn't kill you
In the end you had to do it