Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

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

Ain't there sacred anymore?
Won't someone will build a box for 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 fear go scuttle in skulls
that eye, cover that frozen eye

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

Armies of ants 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 the first stone at Black Paul?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to to glory
up from 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 death

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 come on down
And all you men and crowd around
And all the old widows weeping into skites
And all the gals and the little boys
And the scribes with their pens

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' like a boy

Well, I have one thousand tears
And I've cried a thousand tears, it's
And the next stormy 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
Without that little girl hangin'

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