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 branches
from nothing but high hopes and thin air
Collected up some baby blasted
took their chances and for a while
They lived quite happily up

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

I can hear my wailing
And a whole lot of of chairs
I know what it is
But there's definitely something on upstairs

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)

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

I can hear and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his
Well, I don't know it is
But definitely something going 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)

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 the tomb
I mean, no one ever asked him to forsake his dreams

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

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