Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

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

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

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

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

Hangin' on the of a madman
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
Hemlock 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 naked being led by the
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock like ripple wine

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