Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll build a box for Black
I'm enquirin' on of his soul
I'd be beholdin' to ya all for a little
Just a little indication, 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 and all the junk that he wrote
The whole fuckin' lot up in smoke

there nothin' sacred anymore?
Won't someone will build a box for Paul?

They're off his guns, they're shootin' off their mouths
Sayin' 'Fuck with us and die', 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 up against the stonin' wall
Black puppet go to sleep, mama won't you anymore

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

Who threw the first at Black Paul?

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

Here is the hammer that build the scaffold and the box
Here is the shovel that dug a in this ground of rocks
And here is the of stones 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 who'll it up the hill?

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we shall to fall, to fall 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 its breath
Yes, death favours those that death

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

And, and, and, and all the angels on down
And all you men and women crowd
And all the old widows into their skites
And all the little gals and the little
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' a lonely boy

Well, I cried one thousand tears
And I've a thousand tears, it's true
And the next stormy night you
That I'm still them for you

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

Well, am I about bein' a bad man?
The Lord knows I some good things too
But I confess my soul will rest until you, until you've built
you build a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too