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

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

Larry made his nest up in the branches
from nothing but high hopes and thin air
Collected up baby blasted mothers
They took their and for a while
They lived happily up there

He came from New City, man
But he couldn't take the
He thought it was a dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a in outer space
a sweet 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 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 made up names for the ladies
Like Ms. Boo and Ms.
He stockpiled weapons and took pot in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a
And wrapped himself up in their yellow hair

I can chants and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his
Well, I know what it is
But definitely something going 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 don't
But grew increasing neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he never 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
Back in the streets of New York
In a soup queue, a fiend, a slave
prison, then the mad house
Then the grave, oh, poor

But what do we really of the dead
And who cares?
Well, I know what it is
But there's something going on upstairs

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig back in that 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 back in that hole
(I you to dig)

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