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

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

Larry made his nest up in the autumn
Built nothing but high hopes and thin air
Collected up baby blasted mothers
They took chances and for a while
They quite happily up there

He from New York City, man
But he take the pace
He thought it was a dog eat dog world
he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Franciscan

I can my mother wailing
And a whole lot of of chairs
I don't what it is
But there's definitely something going on

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

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

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

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

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

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

But what do we really of the dead
And who cares?
Well, I don't know it is
But there's definitely going on upstairs

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

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

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

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