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 beholdin' to ya all for a information
a little indication, just who will dig the hole?

When ya done his room, grabbin' anythin' 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 right up in

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

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

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

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

Who threw the first 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 come to get the

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

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

Who'll build a box for 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 done that one hundred times
Yes, one hundred times or

And why should I his wounds?
When he has wounded my
Nightly, right the floor

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

the woods and the thickets
Come the 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 into
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up its breath
Yes, death favours those that death

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

And, and, and, and all the angels come on
And all you men and women crowd
And all the old widows into their skites
And all the little 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
his throat of Black Blood
And Black Paul singin' a lonely boy

Well, I have cried one thousand
And cried a thousand tears, it's true
And the next night you know
That I'm cryin' them for you

Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so
Red dress, long and red hangin' down
And just ain't heaven
Without little girl hangin' around

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