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

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

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

He came New York City, man
But he couldn't the pace
He thought it was a dog eat dog world
Then he to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a little San Franciscan girl

I can hear my mother
And a lot of scraping of chairs
I don't know it is
But there's definitely something on upstairs

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

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

I can chants and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his
Well, I don't what it is
But definitely something going on upstairs

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig back in that hole
(I you to dig, I want 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 like so of 'em do
Back in the streets of New York
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 cares?
Well, I know what it is
But there's 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 back in that hole
(I you to dig)

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