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 intentionally due to your nature
You're death comes eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's been attempted; you're not alive if you it
And if you survive you'll be labeled
And sent to somewhere
they'll keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a in a place full of psychotics
Locked in a rubber room to bash your skull
Or yourself with a cable
It's ironic a fable
Depression has infected you, you're the impression
It's to put a Tech to your neck
And pressure to the trigger mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other
Once you've died you can't come back if it
The the afterlife, and where we go after we die
To find out before your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like pilots did for their cause
Believing there's something beautiful to the violent shit

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

(Verse 2: Necro)
cyanide? Choose a beverage
Use a rod to the loop of rope around your neck
Just use some
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
in half by a band saw
Take a from life to stop and laugh
I can't the pain you feel
You're not a coward; brave
You your head 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 like Natalie Portman in "Heat"
days underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, a shit, like Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in your
And a suicide note next to you, we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide will it
Check out the Budd Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Dwyer's suicide at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a from a manilla envelope, crowd 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! This hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his and fires 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!"