Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

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

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 what they'll say

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

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

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

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

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

visions, eye in the sky
the naked being led by the
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock straight up down easy