Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

Streets urchins, the smugglers and
Dead languages and living lingoes
Put the relics of the saint in a box
And march him the block

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

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

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

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

visions, eye in the sky
And the naked led by the blind
So up, Socrates
Hemlock straight up down 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 Bottoms up,
Hemlock tastes ripple wine

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