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 die intentionally due to your masochist nature
You're impatient; comes eventually
But you instant gratification
Suicide's been attempted; you're not if you meant it
And if you survive you'll be labeled
And sent to somewhere
Where they'll keep you with narcotics
Strapped to a table in a place full of
Locked in a rubber room unable to bash skull
Or yourself with a cable
It's ironic a fable
Depression has infected you, under the impression
It's best to put a to your neck
And apply to the trigger mechanism
Now you it's less of a prison on the other side
Once died you can't come back if it isn't
The unknown; the afterlife, and we go after we die
To find out it's your time, you'd have to sacrifice
Like Japanese pilots did for cause
Believing there's something beautiful to balance the shit

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

(Verse 2: Necro)
Drinking cyanide? Choose a
Use a rod to tighten the of rope around your neck
use some leverage
Asphyxiation, hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a 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 by a train wheel
Razor to the throat, methamphetamine
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 like Portman in "Heat"
Seven underwater at 20 degrees Celcius
Overdosage of barbituates, takin' a shit, Elvis
Found in your underwear with a gun in hand
And a suicide note next to you, hoping understand
If got a problem, suicide will solve it
out the hook; Budd Dwyer with a revolver

(Chorus)

(Sample: Budd Dwyer's at a press speech)
(stuttering) "When I..."
(Dwyer removes a revolver a manilla envelope, crowd panics)
Dwyer: "This only take a moment."
Crowd: "Budd, no, please, please! shoot it! Don't shoot it!"
"Stay back, don't, don't! This will hurt someone!"
(Dwyer puts the barrel of the revolver into his mouth and 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!
call an ambulance, a doctor, and the police!"