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 indication, just who will dig the hole?

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

Ain't nothin' sacred anymore?
Won't someone will build a box for Black

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

Black puppet in a heap up the stonin' wall
Black puppet go to sleep, mama scold you anymore

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

Who the first stone at Black Paul?

ask us say the critics and the hacks
The pen and the quacks
We just 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 shovel that dug a hole in ground of rocks
And here is the of stones and for each one planted
God only knows, a blood grown and listen

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

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 his puppet body home
For I done that one hundred times
Yes, one hundred or more

And why I dress his wounds?
When he has wounded my
Nightly, across the floor

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

the woods and the thickets
Come the ghosts of his
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 into
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up inhale its
Yes, death favours those 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, and, and, and all the angels on down
And all you men and crowd around
And all the old widows weeping into their
And all the little and the little boys
And the with their pens poised

All the hullabaloo, all the
All the hullabaloo, all the
All the hullabaloo, all of the
his throat of Black Blood
And Black Paul singin' a lonely boy

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

Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so
Red dress, long and red hair down
And heaven just ain't
that little girl hangin' around

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