Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll build a box for Black
enquirin on behalf of his soul
Ah'd be to ya all
For a lil information, yes some kinda
who'll dig the hole?
When ya ransackin his room
grabbin that shines,
throw the scrap on the street
all his books and his notes.
All the junk that he
the fucken lot right up in smoke
Aint nuthin sacred anymore
Someone build a box for Black Paul?
And there shootin off his
and there shootin off mouths
saying 'Fuck us ... and die!'
(Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in skulls)
'Cover eye! Cover that frozen eye!'
Black-puppet, in a heap up against the
Blud-puppet, go to sleep, won't scold ya anymore
Armies of ants, up the lil red streams
they're headin for the
O lord, cruel, O man it's 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...
is the shovel, that dug the hole,
in ground 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!
back everyone! Blud-black everyone!
Who'll build a box for Black
Who'll carry it up the
Not I', said the widow, his veil
'Ah not drive the nail
Or cart his home,
For ah done one hundred times before,
Yeah! ah done one hundred times or more,
And why should ah dress his
When he has my dress, nighty,
Right across the
Who'll build a box for Paul?
carry it up the hill?
Who'll bury it in the
And from the words and the
Come the ghosts of his
'We you!'
'Ah you!'
'and will not hurt a bit,
go up,up,up,up,up into Death
up,up,up,up, inhale its
O yeah, Death favours that favor Death'
Here is the stone, and is the inscription at bare
'Below Lies Black Paul, The Upper...
But and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There.'
And all the angels on down,
And all you men and crowd around
And all the widows weeping into their
And all the lil gals and the lil
And the scribes with mein-pens
All the hullaballoo, all the
All the hullaballoo, all the
All the hullaballoo, all of the
clears his throat of blut
Black Paul like a lonely boy...
We-e-e-ll, ah have cryed one tears
cryed a thousand tears, its true
And the next night ya know,
ah'm still cryin them for you
Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet,
Red dress, and long red hair down
And heaven yes ain't
Without that lil gal hangin
Well, ya know ah've loin a
and Lord knows ah dun some things too
But ah confess, my soul will rest
Until you, until you
Until ya a box for my gal, too.