Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

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

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

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

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

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 naked being led by the
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock straight up goes easy

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 being led by the blind
So Bottoms up,
tastes like ripple wine

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