Luyện nghe bài hát Dig My Own Grave

Does foolish, foolish thoughts
Why don't they go
They fill me with
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 that of man

Oh, it me feel sick
Makes me in the heart
And I don't know to do
Because where am I to get my strength

You are a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You to make me feel good
You my day and now you're gone away
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 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 look up to the side of things
But it just doesn't seem to
You know it makes me feel
I'm just missing out

About all the things in life
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 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 go away?
They me with doubt
And I dig my own
Dig, dig, dig and I dig my own