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

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

Larry made his nest up in the autumn
Built from but high hopes and thin air
Collected up some baby blasted
They took chances and for a while
lived quite happily up there

He came New York City, man
But he couldn't take the
He thought it was a dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Franciscan

I can hear my wailing
And a whole lot of of chairs
I don't know it is
But there's definitely 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)

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 soft yellow

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

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

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

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

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
(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