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 to ya all for a little information
Just a little indication, just who dig the hole?

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

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

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

Black puppet in a heap up 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, hot and some of those ants they just clap to the spot

Who threw the first stone at Black

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

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

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

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

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

And why should I his wounds?
he has wounded my dress
Nightly, across 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?

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

'Outta my we shall 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, death favours those that death

Here is the and this is the inscription at bare
Below lies Black 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 crowd
And all the old widows weeping into their
And all the little gals and the little
And the scribes with their pens

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

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

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

Well, am I laughin' about bein' a bad
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