Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

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

Ain't there nothin' anymore?
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
see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls
Cover that eye, cover that eye

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

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

Who threw the first at Black Paul?

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

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

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

Who'll a box for Black 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 hundred or more

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to fall to
Spring up the [Incomprehensible]
Spring up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up death
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up inhale its
Yes, death those that favor death

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

And, and, and, and all the come on down
And all you men and women around
And all the old widows weeping into their
And all the little gals and the little
And the scribes with 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 cried a thousand tears, it's
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 hair hangin'
And heaven just heaven
Without 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