Luyện nghe bài hát Dig My Own Grave

Does foolish, foolish thoughts
Why they 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 don't understand
we talked about it
We talked and talked, you
You weren't that of man

Oh, it makes me sick
me weak in the heart
And I don't what to do
where 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 gone away
You went, you went

I understand
And I'm of it all these foolish
Foolish, foolish, foolish,
Foolish, foolish thoughts
Why they go away?
fill me with doubt
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 bright of things
But it just doesn't to work
You it just makes me feel
Like I'm just out

About all the things in life
And everybody's fun, I'm not
I must be doing something
But I know what 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 feel better, I feel worse
And I don't where you are
And why am I filled with foolish, foolish thoughts

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