Luyện nghe bài hát Dig My Own Grave

Does these foolish, thoughts
Why don't they go
fill me with doubt
And I dig my own

So I cry, cry, cry
And feel sorry for
All I do is get high, that's it
And I dig my own

I get it, I just don't understand
Because we talked it
We and talked, you said
You that kind of man

Oh, it me feel sick
Makes me weak in the
And I don't what to do
Because where am I supposed to get my

You are a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You to make me feel good
You made my day and now you're gone
You went, you went

I don't
And I'm of it all these foolish
Foolish, foolish, foolish,
Foolish, foolish foolish
Why don't they go
They me with doubt
And I dig my own

It's a sad, sad life to feel sorry for
Hope falls short, we dig our own

Now I try to look up to the side of things
But it just seem to work
You know it just makes me
Like I'm just out

About all the things in life
And everybody's fun, I'm not
I must be doing wrong
But I don't what to do

I try, try, try and try, and try, and try, I know if you
You're supposed to me feel better
And I don't feel better, I worse
And I don't where you are
And why am I filled with these foolish, thoughts

Why don't go away?
They fill me with
And I dig my own
Dig, dig, dig and I dig my own