Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

urchins, the smugglers and dingos
Dead languages and living lingoes
Put the of the saint in a glass box
And him around the block

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

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

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

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 up, Socrates
Hemlock straight up goes down

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

visions, eye in the sky
And the being led by the blind
So up, Socrates
Hemlock tastes like wine

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