Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

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

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

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

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

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 being led by the
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock straight up goes down

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 naked led by the blind
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock like ripple wine

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