Luyện nghe bài hát Dig My Own Grave

Does foolish, foolish thoughts
Why don't go away
They fill me with
And I dig my own

So I cry, cry, cry
And sorry for myself
All I wanna do is get high, it
And I dig my own

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

Oh, it me feel sick
Makes me weak in the
And I know what to do
Because am I supposed to get my strength

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

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

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

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

About all the good in life
And having 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 if you could
You're supposed to make me better
And I don't feel better, I feel
And I don't know you are
And why am I filled with these foolish, foolish

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