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 from nothing but high hopes and air
up some baby blasted mothers
They took chances and for a while
They quite happily up there

He came from New City, man
But he take the pace
He thought it was like a dog eat dog
Then he to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet San Franciscan girl

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

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

Meanwhile Larry up names for the ladies
Ms. Boo and Ms. Quick
He stockpiled and took pot shots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a
And himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear 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 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 raised up from the
I mean, no one ever actually him to forsake his dreams

He up like 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 know of the
And who actually
Well, I know what it is
But definitely something 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 in that hole