Luyện nghe bài hát Dig My Own Grave

Does these foolish, foolish
Why don't they go
They fill me doubt
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 talked and talked, you
You that kind of man

Oh, it makes me sick
Makes me in the heart
And I know 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 good
You made my day and now you're away
You went, you went

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

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

Now I try to up to the bright side of things
But it just doesn't seem to
You know it just me feel
Like I'm just out

About all the good things in
And everybody's fun, I'm not
I must be doing wrong
But I know 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 feel better, I feel worse
And I know where you are
And why am I filled with these foolish, thoughts

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