Luyện nghe bài hát Self Suicide

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

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

I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny
I want police protection from 87
I wanna go gold, even better
If you wanna be a you gotta kill yourself, man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We wanna be remembered when six feet under
For hip hoppin' not robbings, fuckin' or plunder
At the moment I'm not dead like Kampasey
Double platinum means you gotta be up daisies

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

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

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

He cut me down an' started to
"If you're dead next week your autograph"
You I thanked him, returned to my room
The new plan is to go out a boom

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

Suicide is a
Suicide is a
Suicide is a
I be famous after I die

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

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

They reckon Bob Marley's
But not, man
he was on the TV last 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 Flu Plus
I one of the blokes off of Dad's army is still alive
I think he's 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 we'll be famous
like fuckin' Gandhi or, or like the off that sex film we seen