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

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

Ain't there nothin' sacred
Won't someone will build a box for Paul?

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

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

Armies of ants wade up the red streams
Are for the mother pool
Oh Lord cruel, oh man it's hot
Oh man, it's hot and some of those ants they 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 come 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 in this ground of rocks
And is the pile of stones and for each one planted
God knows, a blood rose grown and listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we shall to fall, to fall to glory
Spring up from the
up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up into death
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up inhale its
Yes, death favours those that favor

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

And, and, and, and all the angels come on
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 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 like a lonely boy

Well, I have one thousand tears
And I've a thousand tears, it's true
And the stormy 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 heaven just 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, until you've
Until you a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too