Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

When ya done his room, grabbin' anythin' that shines
I throw the scraps down on a street 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

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

shootin' 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 scuttle in skulls
Cover that eye, cover frozen eye

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

of ants wade 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 some of those they just clap to the spot

Who threw the first stone at Paul?

ask us say the critics and the hacks
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 ground of rocks
And here is the pile of stones and for one planted
God only knows, a rose grown and listen

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

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

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

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

Who'll 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 ghosts of his
We you, I love you
And this not hurt a bit

'Outta my eyes we 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, death favours those favor death

Here is the and this is the inscription at bare
Below lies Paul under the upper
But above and beyond the 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 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
Clears his of Black Blood
And Paul singin' like a lonely boy

Well, I have cried one tears
And I've cried a thousand tears, it's
And the next night 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 hangin'
And just ain't heaven
Without that little girl hangin'

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