Luyện nghe bài hát Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig back in that hole

Larry made his nest up in the autumn
Built from but high hopes and thin air
up some baby blasted mothers
They took their and for a while
They quite happily up there

He from New York City, man
But he couldn't take the
He thought it was like a dog eat dog
Then he went to San Francisco, a year in outer space
With a sweet San Franciscan girl

I can hear my wailing
And a whole lot of of chairs
I don't know it is
But there's something going on upstairs

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in that
(I want you to dig, I you to dig, I want you to dig)

Larry made up names for the ladies
Like Ms. Boo and Ms.
He stockpiled weapons and took pot in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in soft yellow hair

I can hear and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his
Well, I don't know it is
But there's definitely something on upstairs

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in hole
(I you to dig, I want you to dig, I want you to dig)

Well, New City, man
San Francisco, L.A., I know
But Larry grew increasing and obscene
I mean, he, he never asked to be up from the tomb
I mean, no one ever asked him to forsake his dreams

He ended up so many of 'em do
Back in the streets of New York
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a
Then prison, then the mad
Then the grave, oh, poor

But what do we really of the dead
And who actually
Well, I don't what it is
But there's definitely something on upstairs

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in hole
(I you to dig)

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in that
(Dig Lazarus, dig)

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig back in that hole
(I you to dig)

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in that