Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

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

Ain't there sacred anymore?
Won't someone will build a box for Black

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

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

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

Who threw the first stone at Paul?

Don't ask us say the critics and the
The pen pushers and the
We just 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 here is the pile of stones and for each one
God knows, a blood rose grown and listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Outta my eyes we rise to fall, to fall to glory
Spring up the [Incomprehensible]
up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up into death
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up its breath
Yes, death favours those favor death

Here is the stone and this is the at bare
Below lies Paul under the upper
But and beyond the surface flat fall there

And, and, and, and all the angels on down
And all you men and women crowd
And all the old widows weeping into their
And all the little and the little boys
And the scribes their pens poised

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' a lonely boy

Well, I have cried one tears
And I've cried a thousand tears, 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 hangin' down
And heaven ain't heaven
Without little girl hangin' around

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