Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll build a box for Black
Ah'm enquirin on of his soul
Ah'd be to ya all
For a lil information, yes some kinda
Just who'll dig the
When ya done his room
anything that shines,
throw the scrap down on the
all his books and his notes.
All the junk that he
the fucken lot right up in smoke
Aint there nuthin anymore
Someone build a box for Black Paul?
And there off his guns
and there off their mouths
'Fuck with us ... and die!'
(Let's see that rat of fear go in their skulls)
that eye! Cover that frozen 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 stone at Black Paul?
'Don't ack us', say the critics and the
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, build the scaffold,
and the box...
is the shovel, that dug the hole,
in this of rocks...
And here is the of stones!
and for each one planted, God knows,
a grown...
are the true 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, adjusting his
'Ah not drive the nail
Or cart his home,
For ah done one hundred times before,
Yeah! ah that one hundred times or more,
And why should ah dress his
When he has my dress, nighty,
Right the floor'
Who'll build a box for Black
carry it up the hill?
Who'll it in the black-soil?
And the words and the thickets
Come the of his victims
'We you!'
'Ah you!'
'and this not hurt a bit,
we'll go up,up,up,up,up into
up,up,up,up, inhale its
O yeah, favours those that favor 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 come on down,
And all you men and women crowd
And all the widows weeping into their
And all the lil and the lil Boys
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
singin Black Paul like a boy...
We-e-e-ll, ah have cryed one thousand
Ah've cryed a tears, its true
And the stormy night ya know,
That ah'm still cryin for you
Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet,
Red dress, and long red hangin down
And yes ain't heaven
Without lil gal hangin around
Well, ya know ah've loin a
and Lord knows ah dun good things too
But ah confess, my soul will rest
you, until you build
Until ya a box for my gal, too.