Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Yourself

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

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

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

Thrown out the date expired
You die than let anyone help
You die than take a stab at living
Nothing would you so you do it yourself

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

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

Some should say I cut you slack
But you so hard at unhappiness
Living too 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