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 will dig the

When ya done ransackin' his room, 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 lot right up in smoke

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

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

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

Armies of wade up the little red streams
Are headin' for the mother
Oh it's 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?

Don't ask us say the critics and the
The pen and the quacks
We come 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 that dug a hole in ground of rocks
And here is the of stones and for each one planted
God knows, a blood rose grown and listen

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

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

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

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

Who'll a box for Black 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 ghosts of his
We you, I love you
And this will not a bit

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to fall to
up from the [Incomprehensible]
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 death

Here is the stone and this is the inscription at
Below Black 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 crowd around
And all the old weeping into their skites
And all the little gals and the little
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 like a lonely boy

Well, I have cried one thousand
And I've a thousand tears, it's true
And the next 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
Without little 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, until you've
you build a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too