Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll a box for Black Paul?
Ah'm enquirin on of his soul
Ah'd be to ya all
For a lil information, yes some kinda
Just dig the hole?
When ya done his room
anything that shines,
throw the down on the street
all his books and his notes.
All the junk that he
the whole lot right up in smoke
Aint there sacred anymore
will build a box for Black Paul?
And there off his guns
and there shootin off their
saying with us ... and die!'
(Let's see that rat of fear go in their skulls)
'Cover 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
they're headin for the
O lord, cruel, O man it's hot!
And some of them ants yes ilot to the spot
Who threw the first stone at Paul?
'Don't ack us', say the and the hacks
The pen-pushers and the
'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...
Here is the shovel, dug the hole,
in ground 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!
Who'll a box for Black Paul?
Who'll it up the hill?
Not I', said the widow, his veil
'Ah will not drive the
Or his puppet-body home,
For ah done that one times before,
Yeah! ah that one hundred times or more,
And why ah dress his wounds?
When he has my dress, nighty,
Right the floor'
build a box for Black Paul?
Who'll carry it up the
Who'll it in the black-soil?
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 Death
up,up,up,up, its breath
O yeah, favours those that favor Death'
Here is the stone, and this is the inscription at
'Below Lies Black Paul, The Upper...
But Above and The Surface-Flat-Fall There.'
And all the angels on down,
And all you men and crowd around
And all the widows weeping their skirts
And all the lil and the lil Boys
And the scribes mein-pens parsed
All the hullaballoo, all the
All the hullaballoo, all the
All the hullaballoo, all of the
clears his throat of blut
singin Black Paul a lonely boy...
We-e-e-ll, ah have cryed one tears
Ah've cryed a thousand tears, its
And the next night ya know,
That ah'm cryin them for you
Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet,
Red dress, and red hair hangin down
And heaven yes ain't
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 never
Until you, you build
Until ya a box for my gal, too.