Luyện nghe bài hát Dig My Own Grave

Does foolish, foolish thoughts
Why don't they go
They 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 don't get it, I don't understand
Because we talked it
We and talked, you said
You weren't kind of man

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

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

I don't
And I'm of it all these foolish
Foolish, foolish, foolish,
Foolish, foolish thoughts
Why don't go away?
They fill me doubt
And I dig my own

a sad, sad life to feel sorry for yourself
Hope falls short, we dig our own

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

About all the good things in
And everybody's fun, I'm not
I be doing something wrong
But I don't know to do

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

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