Luyện nghe bài hát Self Suicide

I'm lie on my back
An' you put your down my mouth, right
No, no, do it right, like, ugh
I'm gonna do a Jimi Hendrix,
I'm gonna be in my sleep, eugh, augh ahu ugh

I tries to do it but it kept comin' up a cropper
I some hype, I think I'll ram raid happy shopper
Haven't got a car so I use a hopper
to the window, cut my head, show stopper

I a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want police protection 87 coppers
I wanna go gold, even platinum
If you be a star you gotta kill yourself, man

It's the truth, step back, a look around
Elvis is for bein' fat, 500 pound
Cobain's rich as fuck, he's buried in the ground
Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain't makin' no

Michael Hutchence, one of 'em too
Made a hundred quid dying wanking on the loo
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's money for

Suicide is or so it has been said
I killed myself but I'd be better off dead
So I took a breath, put a gun against my head
Pulled the trigger, click, should've been lead

But I wasn't, I was naked in John Square
Mothers on stopped an' stared
For this situation I was quite
Tried to be famous but nobody cared

Committin' suicide to my career
It for Mickey an' Tupac Shakir
Jesus was nailed up to wood
2000 years later an' sales are still good

I heard in a suicide is painless
An' 80 percent sure to make you famous
Wankin' with a bag on yer head, tied to a
bloke from INXS, he knew the score

S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be but it's money for free
S.U.I.C.I.D.E.
It might be messy but it's money for

I kill myself, I gotta do's it quick
John Entwistle sly, he was snortin'
I keep takin' all this coke to me die
Doin' more drugs they make in fuckin' ICI

the best way to go, don't think me dull
I'm not gonna fall off the like the flid Rod Hull
We want people to all our songs
And the nuns at St. Joseph's on smokin' bongs

We be remembered when we're six feet under
For hip hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' beatings or
At the moment I'm not like David Kampasey
Double platinum you gotta be pushin' up daisies

army's all dead, every last one
But the cunts is still on BBC1
Yeah, that's right, I draw from Wales
Suicide's a idea to improve vinyl sales

It's useless, it's crap, I'll be in the sun
How can I be a pop star I can't buy a gun?
Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll myself with my scarf

Tied to the stairs, by my neck
The cord I forgot to check
Stuck for a week, unable to shriek
The landlord me an' he called me a freak

He cut me down an' to laugh
"If you're next week gimme your autograph"
You know I thanked him, returned to my
The new is to go out with a boom

To the station, with a can
"Five please", I say to the man
All set up an' to burn
The on my lighter just won't turn

is a suicyclebbl
Suicide is a
is a suicyclebbl
I wanna be famous I die

fact, man, if you're dead you sell more
That drummer from Def
His arm has made 30 more than he has

You that our Elvis? Well, he's dead famous now
And he's dead and he's face, he's more now like
He's dead like you know, I, I suppose a lot like
simple economics

They reckon Bob dead
But not, man
'Coz he was on the TV night, man
Just lie to me, man

I I was havin' a go at an overdose
But I, I, I don't think you can overdose on Beecham's Flu
I think one of the blokes off of army is still alive
I he's bummin' Martin in Eastenders, innit?

I'll get the ropes an' we'll tie to the walls
An' we all jump off at the same time an' break our
An' we'll make at least 13 quid an' you knows be famous
like fuckin' Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex we seen