Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

When ya done ransackin' his room, grabbin' 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 he wrote
The fuckin' lot right up in smoke

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

They're off his guns, they're shootin' off their mouths
Sayin' 'Fuck us and die', fuck with us and die
see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls
Cover that eye, cover 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 headin' for the pool
Oh Lord cruel, oh man it's hot
Oh man, it's hot and some of those ants they clap to the spot

Who threw the stone at Black Paul?

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

Here is the 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 and for each one planted
God only knows, a blood rose and listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to to glory
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 favours those that favor

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

And, and, and, and all the angels come on
And all you men and women crowd
And all the old widows weeping into skites
And all the little and the little boys
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 Paul singin' like a lonely boy

Well, I cried one thousand tears
And I've cried a thousand tears, true
And the stormy 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 just ain't heaven
Without that little hangin' around

Well, am I about bein' a bad man?
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