Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

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

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

Mason of petroleum
You know kids don't play
And should you ever get a hold of
I'll tell you what they'll say

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

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

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

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 naked being led by the
So Bottoms up,
Hemlock tastes like ripple

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