Luyện nghe bài hát You Did It

(Sample: Billy Joel's "We Start the Fire")
"Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in
of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide..."

(Verse 1: Necro)
You wanna die due to your masochist nature
You're death comes eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's been attempted; not alive if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be demented
And to somewhere expensive
Where keep you stable with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place full of
Locked in a rubber unable to bash your skull
Or hang yourself a cable
It's ironic a fable
Depression has infected you, under the impression
It's best to put a Tech to neck
And apply pressure to the mechanism
Now you figure it's less of a prison on the other
Once you've died you come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To find out before it's your time, 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 your mouth and blasted
And it, kid
You come back
You it, but you're deaded
You committed a suicide, and whole head is shredded

(Verse 2: Necro)
cyanide? Choose a beverage
Use a rod to tighten the of rope around your neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a saw
Take a second from life to stop and
I can't 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 and be a corpse in the street
And try to go out dramatically Natalie Portman in "Heat"
days underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, like
in your underwear with a gun in your hand
And a suicide next to you, hoping we'd understand
If you've got a problem, suicide will it
Check out the hook; 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 take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! shoot it! Don't shoot it!"
Dwyer: "Stay back, don't, don't! This will someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the into his mouth and fires upwards into his skull)
"No, oh my fucking god! Oh my god! (crying) Oh, shit, no!"
Crowd: "Alright, settle down! panic, don't panic. Someone call a doctor!
Somebody an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"