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

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

Larry his nest up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and air
up some baby blasted mothers
They took chances and for a while
They lived quite happily up

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

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 you to dig, I want you to dig)

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the
Like Ms. Boo and Ms.
He stockpiled and took pot shots in the air
He on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can chants and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his
Well, I don't what it is
But definitely 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)

Well, New City, man
San Francisco, L.A., I know
But Larry grew neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he never 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
Back in the streets of New City
In a queue, a dope fiend, a slave
Then prison, then the mad
Then the grave, oh, Larry

But do we really know 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 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 back in hole
(I you to dig)

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