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 little
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 like all his books and his
All his and his notes and all the junk that he wrote
The whole lot right up in smoke

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

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

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

Armies of ants wade up the little red
Are headin' for the 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 stone at Paul?

ask us say the critics and the hacks
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 here is the pile of and for each one planted
God knows, a blood rose grown and listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to to glory
Spring up the [Incomprehensible]
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 that favor

Here is the stone and is the inscription at bare
Below lies Black Paul the upper
But above and beyond the flat fall there

And, and, and, and all the angels come on
And all you men and crowd around
And all the old widows weeping into their
And all the little and the little boys
And the with their pens poised

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 tears, it's true
And the next stormy you know
That I'm still cryin' for you

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

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