Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll a box for Black Paul?
Ah'm on behalf of his soul
be beholdin to ya all
For a lil information, yes some kinda
who'll dig the hole?
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 whole lot right up in smoke
Aint nuthin sacred anymore
Someone build a box for Black Paul?
And shootin off his guns
and there shootin off mouths
saying with us ... and die!'
(Let's see rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls)
that 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 for the mother-pool
O lord, it's cruel, O man hot!
And some of them ants they yes to the spot
Who threw the first at Black Paul?
ack us', say the critics 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...
is the hammer, that 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 one planted, God only knows,
a grown...
are the true Demon-Flowers!
These are the Demon-Flowers!
Stand back everyone! 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 that one hundred before,
Yeah! ah done that one times or more,
And why ah dress his wounds?
When he has my dress, nighty,
Right across the
Who'll build a box for Black
Who'll it up the hill?
Who'll it in the black-soil?
And from the words and the
Come the ghosts of his
'We you!'
'Ah you!'
'and 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 favor Death'
Here is the stone, and this is the at bare
'Below Lies Paul, Under 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 into 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 throat of blut
singin Black Paul a lonely boy...
We-e-e-ll, ah have one thousand tears
cryed a thousand 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 hangin down
And heaven yes heaven
Without that lil gal hangin
Well, ya ah've loin a bad-man
and knows ah dun some good things too
But ah confess, my will never rest
Until you, you build
ya build a box for my gal, too.