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

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

Larry his nest up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but hopes and thin 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 take the pace
He thought it was like a dog eat dog
he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Franciscan

I can hear my mother
And a whole lot of scraping of
I know what it is
But definitely something going on upstairs

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

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

I can chants and incantations
And some guy is me in his prayers
Well, I know what it is
But there's something going on upstairs

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

Well, New City, man
San Francisco, L.A., I don't
But Larry grew increasing and obscene
I mean, he, he asked to be raised up from the tomb
I mean, no one ever actually him to forsake his dreams

He ended up like so of 'em do
Back in the of New York City
In a queue, a dope fiend, a slave
Then prison, the mad house
Then the grave, oh, poor

But do we really know of the dead
And who actually
Well, I know what it is
But there's definitely something going on

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

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

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

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