Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

ya done ransackin' his room, grabbin' anythin' that shines
I the scraps down on a street like all his books and his notes
All his books and his notes and all the junk that he
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' 'Fuck with us and die', with us and die
see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls
Cover that eye, that frozen eye

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

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

Who threw the first stone at Black

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we shall to fall, to fall to glory
Spring up the [Incomprehensible]
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 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 come on down
And all you men and women 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
Clears his throat of Blood
And Black Paul singin' a lonely boy

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

Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so
Red dress, and red hair hangin' down
And heaven just heaven
Without that girl hangin' around

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