Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who threw the first stone at Black

Don't ask us say the and the hacks
The pen and the quacks
We just to get the facts
Oh we come to get the facts

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

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

build a box for Black Paul?
And who'll it up the hill?

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

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

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

the woods and the thickets
Come the of his victims
We you, I love you
And this not hurt a bit

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

Here is the stone and this is the inscription at
Below lies Black Paul the upper
But above and beyond the surface flat fall

And, and, and, and all the angels come on
And all you men and crowd around
And all the old widows weeping into skites
And all the little gals and the little
And the with their pens poised

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

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

Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so
Red dress, long and red hair down
And heaven ain't heaven
Without that girl hangin' around

Well, am I laughin' about bein' a bad
The Lord knows I done 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