Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

They came down the street in robes
In the spirit of the Inquisition
and trombones
Mechanical monkeys make good

urchins, the smugglers and dingos
Dead languages and man's lingoes
Put the relics of the saint in a box
And him around the block

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

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

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

Hangin' on the of a madman
in the abyss
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 straight up 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 up, Socrates
tastes like ripple wine

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