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 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 a dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer
With a sweet little San Franciscan

I can my mother 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 that
(I want you to dig, I you to dig, I want you to dig)

Meanwhile Larry made up for the ladies
Ms. Boo and Ms. Quick
He weapons and took pot shots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies a lunatic
And wrapped up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and
And some guy is 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 back in that
(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 Larry increasing neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he never asked to be raised up from the
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 York
In a soup queue, a fiend, a slave
prison, then the mad house
Then the grave, oh, Larry

But what do we 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 hole
(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 that
(I you to dig)

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