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

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

Ain't there nothin' anymore?
Won't someone will build a box for 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 in their skulls
Cover that eye, that frozen eye

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

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

Who threw the stone at Black Paul?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to to glory
up from the [Incomprehensible]
Spring up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up death
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up inhale its
Yes, death favours that favor death

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

And, and, and, and all the angels on down
And all you men and women around
And all the old widows weeping into their
And all the little gals and the little
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 Black Paul singin' like a boy

Well, I have cried one thousand
And I've 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 hangin'
And heaven ain't heaven
Without that little girl hangin'

Well, am I laughin' bein' a bad man?
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