Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll build a box for Black
I'm enquirin' on behalf of his
I'd be beholdin' to ya all for a 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 and his notes
All his books and his notes and all the that he wrote
The whole fuckin' lot up in smoke

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

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

puppet in a heap up against 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 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 first stone at Black

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

Here is the hammer that build the scaffold and the box
Here is the 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 demon flowers
These are the true demon
Stand back everyone, black everyone
Blood black, back

build a box for Black Paul?
And who'll carry it up the

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

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

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

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

my eyes we shall 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 inhale its
Yes, death favours those favor death

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

And, and, and, and all the angels on down
And all you men and crowd around
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
his throat of Black Blood
And Black Paul singin' like a boy

Well, I cried one thousand tears
And I've cried a thousand tears, true
And the next stormy 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 hangin'
And heaven just ain't
Without that 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, until built
you build a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too