Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

They came marchin' down the in robes
In the of the Spanish Inquisition
Guitars and
monkeys make good musicians

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

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

jars of petroleum
You know those kids play
And should you ever get a hold of
tell you exactly what they'll say

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

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

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

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

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

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