Luyện nghe bài hát You Did It

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

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

(Chorus: 2X)
You did it! (Son, you did it!)
You put the gun into mouth and blasted yourself
And it, kid
You can't come
You it, but you're deaded
You committed a suicide, and your head is shredded

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

(Chorus)

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