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

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

Larry his nest up in the autumn branches
Built from but high hopes and thin air
Collected up baby blasted mothers
took their chances and for a while
They lived quite up there

He came New York City, man
But he take the pace
He thought it was like a dog eat dog
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a in outer space
a sweet little San Franciscan girl

I can my mother wailing
And a whole lot of scraping of
I don't know it is
But there's definitely something going on

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

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

I can chants and incantations
And guy is mentioning me in his prayers
Well, I don't 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 want you to dig, I 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 raised up from the
I mean, no one ever asked him to forsake his dreams

He up like so many of 'em do
Back in the of New York City
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 don't what it is
But there's something going on upstairs

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

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