Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll build a box for Paul?
Ah'm enquirin on of his soul
be beholdin to ya all
For a lil information, yes some kinda
who'll dig the hole?
When ya ransackin his room
anything that shines,
throw the scrap down on the
all his books and his notes.
All the that he wrote
the fucken lot right up in smoke
Aint there sacred anymore
Someone build a box for Black Paul?
And there off his guns
and shootin off their mouths
saying with us ... and die!'
(Let's see rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls)
'Cover that eye! Cover that eye!'
Black-puppet, in a up against the stoning-wall
Blud-puppet, go to sleep, won't scold ya anymore
Armies of ants, wade up the lil red
headin for the mother-pool
O lord, cruel, O man it's hot!
And some of ants they yes ilot to the spot
Who threw the first stone at Paul?
'Don't ack us', say the critics and the
The pen-pushers and the
'We jes cum to git dah facks!'
'We jes cum to git dah facks!'
Hey,hey,hey,hey...
is the hammer, that build the scaffold,
and the box...
is the shovel, that dug the hole,
in this of rocks...
And is the pile of stones!
and for each one planted, God knows,
a grown...
These are the Demon-Flowers!
These are the Demon-Flowers!
Stand everyone! Blud-black everyone!
build a box for Black Paul?
Who'll it up the hill?
Not I', said the widow, his veil
'Ah will not drive the
Or cart his home,
For ah done that one hundred before,
Yeah! ah done one hundred times or more,
And why ah dress his wounds?
he has wounded my dress, nighty,
Right the floor'
Who'll a box for Black Paul?
Who'll carry it up the
Who'll bury it in the
And from the and the thickets
Come the of his victims
'We you!'
'Ah you!'
this will not hurt a bit,
we'll go up,up,up,up,up into
up,up,up,up, inhale its
O yeah, Death favours those that Death'
Here is the stone, and this is the at bare
'Below Lies Black Paul, The Upper...
But Above and Beyond The There.'
And all the angels on down,
And all you men and women around
And all the widows weeping into their
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
his throat of black blut
singin Black like a lonely boy...
We-e-e-ll, ah have one thousand tears
Ah've cryed a tears, its true
And the next night ya know,
That still cryin them for you
Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet,
Red dress, and long red hair hangin
And yes ain't heaven
Without lil gal hangin around
Well, ya ah've loin a bad-man
and Lord ah dun some good things too
But ah confess, my soul never rest
Until you, until you
ya build a box for my gal, too.