Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

When ya done ransackin' his room, grabbin' anythin' that
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 up in smoke

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

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

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

of ants wade 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 of those ants they just clap to the spot

Who threw the stone at Black Paul?

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

Here is the hammer that 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 knows, a blood rose grown and listen

These are the demon flowers
These are the true demon
back everyone, blood 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 will not drive the nail or cart his body home
For I done one hundred times before
Yes, one times or more

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we rise to fall, to fall to glory
Spring up from the
up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up into death
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up its breath
Yes, favours those that favor death

is the stone and this is the inscription at bare
Below lies Paul under the upper
But and beyond the surface flat fall there

And, and, and, and all the come on down
And all you men and women crowd
And all the old widows weeping into their
And all the little gals and the boys
And the scribes with 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' like a boy

Well, I cried one thousand tears
And cried a thousand tears, it's true
And the stormy night you know
That I'm 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
that little girl hangin' around

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