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

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

Larry made his nest up in the branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and air
Collected up some baby mothers
They took chances and for a while
They lived quite happily up

He came New York City, man
But he take the pace
He it was like a dog eat dog world
Then he to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet San Franciscan girl

I can my mother wailing
And a whole lot of of chairs
I don't know it is
But there's something going on upstairs

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

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

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

Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself,
Dig yourself back in hole
(I want you to dig, I want you to dig, I 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 ever asked him to forsake his dreams

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

But do we really know of the dead
And who actually
Well, I don't what it is
But definitely something going on upstairs

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

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

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

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