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, Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die intentionally due to your masochist
You're impatient; comes eventually
But you want gratification
Suicide's been attempted; you're not alive if you it
And if you survive be labeled demented
And sent to somewhere
they'll keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room unable to bash your
Or yourself with a cable
It's ironic a fable
Depression has infected you, you're the impression
It's best to put a to your neck
And apply pressure to the mechanism
Now you figure it's of a prison on the other side
Once you've died you can't back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and where we go we die
To find out before your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese did for their cause
Believing there's 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 come back
You regret it, but you're
You committed a suicide, and your whole is shredded

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

(Chorus)

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