Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up, Socrates

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

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

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

Mason jars of
You know kids don't play
And you ever get a hold of them
I'll tell you exactly what say

Time we you son about the family curse
And they opened 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 hopeless seek no

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

Hangin' on the words of a
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 like ripple wine

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