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 branches
Built from nothing but high and thin air
up some baby blasted mothers
They took their chances and for a
They quite happily up there

He from New York City, man
But he couldn't the pace
He thought it was a dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in space
a sweet little San Franciscan 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 hole
(I want you to dig, I you to dig, I want you to dig)

Meanwhile made up names for the ladies
Like Ms. Boo and Ms.
He weapons and took pot shots in the air
He feasted on their lovely like a lunatic
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 what it is
But there's definitely 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)

Well, New City, man
San Francisco, L.A., I know
But Larry grew increasing neurotic and
I mean, he, he asked to be raised up from the tomb
I mean, no one ever actually asked him to forsake his

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 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 hole
(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 back in that hole
(I you to dig)

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