Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

They came marchin' down the street in
In the spirit of the Spanish
Guitars and
Mechanical make good musicians

Streets urchins, the smugglers and
Dead and living man's lingoes
Put the of the saint in a glass box
And march him the block

Hangin' on the of a madman
in the abyss
No use for the
When the seek no bliss

Mason of petroleum
You those kids don't play
And you ever get a hold of them
I'll tell you exactly what say

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

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

visions, eye in the sky
And the naked led by the blind
So up, Socrates
straight up goes down easy

Hangin' on the of a madman
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 tastes like wine

visions, eye in the sky
the naked led by the blind
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock straight up goes down