Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

They marchin' down 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 of the saint in a glass box
And march him around the

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

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

Time we told you son the family curse
And when opened up the diary
To an explanation
They only terminal verse

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

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

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

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

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