Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

They came marchin' the street in robes
In the spirit of the Inquisition
and trombones
Mechanical monkeys good musicians

Streets urchins, the and dingos
Dead languages and man's lingoes
Put the relics of the saint in a box
And march him around the

on the words of a madman
Islands in the
No use for the
When the hopeless no bliss

Mason jars of
You know those kids play
And should you get a hold of them
I'll tell you exactly what say

we told you son about the family curse
And they opened up the diary
To an explanation
They find terminal verse

Hangin' on the words of a
Islands in the
No use for the
When the seek no bliss

visions, eye in the sky
And the being led by the blind
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock straight up goes easy

on the words of a madman
Islands in the
No use for the
When the hopeless seek no

visions, eye in the sky
And the being led by the blind
So up, Socrates
tastes like ripple wine

visions, eye in the sky
the naked being led by the
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock straight up down easy