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

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

Larry made his up in the autumn branches
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 came from New 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 girl

I can hear my wailing
And a lot of scraping of chairs
I don't what 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 want you to dig, I you to dig)

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

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

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig back in that 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 grew increasing neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he never to be raised up from the tomb
I mean, no one ever actually him to forsake his dreams

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

But what do we really know of the
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 that
(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 yourself in that hole
(I you to dig)

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