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

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

Larry made his nest up in the autumn
Built from nothing but high and thin air
Collected up some blasted mothers
They took chances and for a while
They lived happily up there

He came from New 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 girl

I can hear my mother
And a whole lot of of chairs
I know what it is
But there's 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)

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

I can hear chants and
And some guy is me in his prayers
Well, I know what it is
But definitely 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)

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 asked him to forsake his

He up like so many of 'em do
in the streets of New York City
In a queue, a dope fiend, a slave
Then prison, the mad house
the grave, oh, poor Larry

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