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 information
a little indication, just who will dig the hole?

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

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

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

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

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

Who threw the stone at Black Paul?

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

is the hammer that 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 only knows, a rose grown and listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we rise to fall, to fall 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 inhale its
Yes, favours those that favor death

Here is the stone and this is the at bare
Below lies Paul 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 weeping into skites
And all the gals 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 Black
And Black Paul singin' like a boy

Well, I have cried one tears
And I've cried a tears, it's true
And the stormy 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 heaven just ain't
Without that little hangin' around

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