Luyện nghe bài hát Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in that

Larry his nest up in the autumn branches
Built nothing but high hopes and thin air
Collected up some baby blasted
They took their and for a while
lived quite happily up there

He from New York City, man
But he couldn't the pace
He thought it was like a dog eat dog
he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San girl

I can hear my wailing
And a whole lot of of chairs
I know what it is
But there's definitely something going on

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in that
(I want you to dig, I you to dig, I want you to dig)

Meanwhile Larry made up for the ladies
Ms. Boo and Ms. Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took pot in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a
And wrapped himself up in their soft hair

I can hear and incantations
And some guy is mentioning me in his
Well, I know what it is
But definitely something going on upstairs

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig back in that hole
(I want you to dig, I you to dig, I want you to dig)

Well, New City, man
San Francisco, L.A., I don't
But Larry grew increasing and obscene
I mean, he, he never asked to be raised up the tomb
I mean, no one actually asked him to forsake his dreams

He up like so many of 'em do
Back in the streets of New York
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a
Then prison, then the mad
the grave, oh, poor Larry

But what do we know of the dead
And who cares?
Well, I don't know it is
But there's something going on upstairs

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig back in that hole
(I you to dig)

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in that
(Dig Lazarus, dig)

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in hole
(I you to dig)

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig back in that hole