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

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

Larry made his up in the autumn branches
Built nothing but high hopes and thin air
Collected up some baby blasted
They their chances and for a while
They lived quite 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 year in outer
With a sweet little San Franciscan

I can hear my mother
And a whole lot of scraping of
I don't know 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 want you to dig, I 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 feasted on their lovely bodies 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 know 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 know
But grew increasing neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he never asked to be up from the tomb
I mean, no one ever actually him to forsake his dreams

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

But what do we really of the dead
And who actually
Well, I don't know it is
But definitely something 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 yourself back in 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 yourself in that hole