Luyện nghe bài hát Dig My Own Grave

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

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

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

Oh, it makes me sick
me weak in the heart
And I don't know to do
Because am I supposed 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 gone
You went, you away

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

a sad, sad life to feel sorry for yourself
Hope 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 just makes me
I'm just 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 me feel better
And I don't feel better, I feel
And I know where you are
And why am I filled these foolish, foolish thoughts

Why they go away?
They me with doubt
And I dig my own
Dig, dig, dig and I dig my own