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 nothing but high hopes and air
Collected up baby blasted mothers
took their chances and for a while
They lived quite 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 little San Franciscan

I can hear my mother
And a lot of scraping of chairs
I don't know it is
But there's definitely something on upstairs

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

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the
Ms. Boo and Ms. Quick
He stockpiled weapons and pot shots in the air
He on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their yellow hair

I can chants and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his
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 want you to dig, I you to dig, I want you to dig)

Well, New City, man
San Francisco, L.A., I don't
But grew increasing neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he never asked to be raised up from the
I mean, no one ever actually asked him to his dreams

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

But do we really know of the dead
And who cares?
Well, I don't what it is
But there's definitely going 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 hole
(Dig Lazarus, dig)

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

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