Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

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

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

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

Black puppet in a up against the stonin' wall
Black puppet go to sleep, mama scold you anymore

Armies of ants up the little red streams
Are for the mother 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 threw the first stone at Paul?

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

Here is the hammer build the scaffold and built the box
Here is the shovel that dug a in this ground 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 demon flowers
Stand back everyone, blood black
Blood black, stand

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

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 times or more

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

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

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

my eyes we shall rise to fall, to fall to glory
Spring up from the
Spring up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up death
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up its breath
Yes, favours those that favor death

Here is the stone and this is the inscription at
lies Black Paul under the upper
But above and beyond the surface fall there

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

All the hullabaloo, all the
All the hullabaloo, all the
All the hullabaloo, all of the
his throat of Black Blood
And Paul singin' like a lonely boy

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

Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so
Red dress, long and red hangin' down
And heaven just heaven
Without that girl hangin' around

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