Luyện nghe bài hát You Did It

(Sample: Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire")
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in
Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die due to your masochist nature
You're impatient; death eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's attempted; you're not alive if you meant it
And if you you'll be labeled demented
And sent to somewhere
Where they'll keep you stable with
Strapped to a in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber unable to bash your skull
Or hang yourself with a
ironic like a fable
Depression has you, you're under the impression
It's best to put a to your neck
And apply to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's of a prison on the other side
Once you've died you can't come back if it
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To find out before it's time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like pilots did for their cause
Believing there's something beautiful to balance the violent

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun into your mouth and yourself
And it, kid
You come back
You it, but you're deaded
You committed a suicide, and your whole is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? Choose a
Use a rod to tighten the loop of rope your neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain
in half by a band saw
Take a second from to stop and laugh
I can't the pain you feel
not a coward; you're brave
You allowed your to be decapitated by a train wheel
to the throat, methamphetamine ducts
epilogue, end of scene, cut
You can jump in front of a truck and be a in the street
And try to go out dramatically like Natalie in "Heat"
Seven underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
of barbituates, takin' a shit, like Elvis
Found in underwear with a gun in your hand
And a suicide next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, will solve it
out the hook; Budd Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Dwyer's suicide at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver from a manilla envelope, panics)
Dwyer: "This will only a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! Don't it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and upwards into his skull)
Crowd: "No, oh my god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
"Alright, settle down! Don't panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"