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

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

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

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

I can hear my wailing
And a lot of scraping of chairs
I don't what it is
But there's definitely something going on

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

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

I can hear and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his
Well, I know what 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 you to dig, I want you to dig)

Well, New City, man
San Francisco, L.A., I know
But Larry grew neurotic and obscene
I mean, he, he asked to be raised up from the tomb
I mean, no one actually asked him to forsake his dreams

He ended up so many of 'em do
Back in the of New York City
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a
Then prison, then the mad
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 definitely something 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 back in hole