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 to ya all for a little information
Just a little indication, just who dig the hole?

When ya done ransackin' his room, grabbin' anythin' that
I throw the down 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

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

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

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

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

Who threw the first stone at Paul?

Don't ask us say the 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 in this ground of rocks
And is the pile of stones and for each one planted
God only knows, a blood rose and listen

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

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

Not I the widow, adjusting her veil
I will not drive the nail or his puppet body home
For I done that one times before
Yes, one hundred times or

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

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

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

my eyes we shall rise to fall, to fall 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 that favor

is the stone and this is the inscription at bare
Below lies Paul under the upper
But above and beyond the 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 gals and the little boys
And the scribes their pens poised

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

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

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

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