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

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

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

He from New York City, man
But he couldn't the pace
He thought it was like a dog eat dog
he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a little San Franciscan girl

I can hear my mother
And a whole lot of scraping of
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 made up names for the ladies
Like Ms. Boo and Ms.
He stockpiled weapons and pot shots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a
And himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and
And some guy is me in his prayers
Well, I don't know it is
But definitely something going 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 don't
But grew increasing neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he asked 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
in the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a fiend, a slave
prison, then the mad house
Then the grave, oh, poor

But do we really 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 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 back in that hole