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

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

Larry made his nest up in the branches
Built from but high hopes and thin air
Collected up baby blasted mothers
They their chances and for a while
They quite happily up there

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

I can my mother wailing
And a whole lot of scraping of
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 want you to dig, I you to dig, I want 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 lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft hair

I can chants and incantations
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 want you to dig, I you to dig, I want you to dig)

Well, New City, man
San Francisco, L.A., I know
But Larry increasing neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he never asked to be up from the tomb
I mean, no one ever actually asked him to his dreams

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

But do we really know of the dead
And who actually
Well, I know what 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 back in 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 back in hole