Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

Who'll build a box for Black
I'm enquirin' on behalf of his
I'd be beholdin' to ya all for a little
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 like all his books and his
All his books and his notes and all the that he wrote
The whole lot right up in smoke

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

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

Black puppet in a heap up the stonin' wall
Black puppet go to sleep, mama scold you anymore

Armies of ants wade up the red streams
Are headin' for the 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 stone at Black Paul?

ask us say the critics and the hacks
The pen and the quacks
We just come to get the
Oh we just come to get the

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

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

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

Not I the widow, adjusting her veil
I will not drive the or cart his puppet body 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, right the floor

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

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

my eyes 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 its breath
Yes, death favours that favor death

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

And, and, and, and all the angels on down
And all you men and women around
And all the old weeping into their skites
And all the gals and the little boys
And the scribes with their pens

All the hullabaloo, all the
All the hullabaloo, all the
All the hullabaloo, all of the
Clears his throat of Blood
And Black Paul like a lonely boy

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

Well, am I laughin' about a bad man?
The Lord knows I done some 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