Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

urchins, the smugglers and dingos
Dead and living man's lingoes
Put the relics of the in a glass box
And march him around the

Hangin' on the words of a
in the abyss
No use for the
the hopeless seek no bliss

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

we told you son about the family curse
And when they opened up the
To gain an
find only terminal verse

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

visions, eye in the sky
And the naked 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 no bliss

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 up goes down easy