Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll build a box for Paul?
I'm enquirin' on behalf of his
I'd be beholdin' to ya all for a information
Just a little indication, just who dig the hole?

When ya done his room, grabbin' anythin' that shines
I throw the scraps down on a street like all his books and his
All his books and his notes and all the junk that he
The whole fuckin' lot right up in

Ain't there nothin' sacred
Won't will build a box for Black Paul?

They're shootin' off his guns, they're off their mouths
Sayin' 'Fuck with us and die', fuck us and die
Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their
that eye, cover that frozen eye

Black puppet in a heap up the stonin' wall
Black puppet go to sleep, mama won't you anymore

Armies of ants up the little red streams
Are for the mother pool
Oh it's cruel, oh man it's hot
Oh man, it's hot and some of those ants they just to the spot

Who threw the first stone at Black

ask us say the critics and the hacks
The pen pushers and the
We come to get the facts
Oh we just come to get the

Here is the hammer that the scaffold and built the box
Here is the that dug a hole in this ground of rocks
And here is the of stones and for each one planted
God only knows, a blood rose grown and

These are the demon flowers
These are the true flowers
Stand back everyone, blood everyone
black, stand back

Who'll build a box for Paul?
And who'll carry it up the

Not I said the widow, adjusting her
I will not drive the nail or cart his puppet home
For I done that one hundred times
Yes, one times or more

And why should I his wounds?
he has wounded my dress
Nightly, right the floor

build a box for Black Paul?
And who'll, carry it up the hill?
Now bury him in the black soil?

From the woods and the
the ghosts of his victims
We love you, I you
And this will not a bit

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to to glory
Spring up from the
Spring up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up death
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up its breath
Yes, death favours those that favor

Here is the stone and this is the at bare
Below lies Black Paul under the
But and beyond the surface flat fall there

And, and, and, and all the come on down
And all you men and women around
And all the old widows weeping their skites
And all the little and the little boys
And the scribes with their pens

All the hullabaloo, all the
All the hullabaloo, all the
All the hullabaloo, all of the
Clears his throat of Black
And Black singin' like a lonely boy

Well, I have cried one thousand
And I've cried a tears, it's true
And the next night you know
That I'm cryin' them for you

Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so
Red dress, long and red hair hangin'
And heaven just heaven
Without that little hangin' around

Well, am I laughin' about a bad man?
The Lord knows I done good things too
But I confess my will never rest until you, until you've built
Until you a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too