Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll build a box for Black
Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his
Ah'd be to ya all
For a lil information, yes some information
who'll dig the hole?
When ya ransackin his room
grabbin anything shines,
the scrap down on the street
Like all his and his notes.
All the junk that he
the whole fucken lot up in smoke
there nuthin sacred anymore
Someone will build a box for Black
And there shootin off his
and there shootin off their
saying with us ... and die!'
(Let's see that rat of go scuttle in their skulls)
'Cover eye! Cover that frozen eye!'
Black-puppet, in a heap up against the
Blud-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma scold ya anymore
Armies of ants, up the lil red streams
they're headin for the
O lord, it's cruel, O man hot!
And of them ants they yes ilot to the spot
Who threw the stone at Black Paul?
'Don't ack us', say the and the hacks
The and the quacks
'We jes cum to git dah facks!'
'We jes cum to git dah facks!'
Hey,hey,hey,hey...
Here is the hammer, that the scaffold,
and the box...
Here is the shovel, dug the hole,
in this of rocks...
And is the pile of stones!
and for one planted, God only knows,
a grown...
These are the Demon-Flowers!
These are the Demon-Flowers!
Stand back everyone! everyone!
Who'll a box for Black Paul?
carry it up the hill?
Not I', said the widow, his veil
'Ah will not the nail
Or his puppet-body home,
For ah done one hundred times before,
Yeah! ah done that one hundred or more,
And why ah dress his wounds?
When he has my dress, nighty,
Right the floor'
Who'll build a box for Paul?
carry it up the hill?
Who'll it in the black-soil?
And from the words and the
Come the of his victims
'We you!'
'Ah you!'
this will not hurt a bit,
we'll go up,up,up,up,up Death
up,up,up,up, its breath
O yeah, Death favours those that Death'
Here is the stone, and is the inscription at bare
'Below Lies Black Paul, The Upper...
But Above and Beyond The There.'
And all the come on down,
And all you men and women around
And all the widows weeping their skirts
And all the lil gals and the lil
And the with mein-pens parsed
All the hullaballoo, all the
All the hullaballoo, all the
All the hullaballoo, all of the
clears his of black blut
Black Paul like a lonely boy...
We-e-e-ll, ah cryed one thousand tears
Ah've cryed a thousand tears, its
And the next stormy ya know,
That ah'm cryin them for you
Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet,
Red dress, and long red hair down
And heaven yes heaven
Without that lil gal hangin
Well, ya know ah've loin a
and Lord knows ah dun some good too
But ah confess, my will never rest
you, until you build
Until ya a box for my gal, too.