Luyện nghe bài hát A Box For Black Paul

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

When ya done ransackin' his room, grabbin' that shines
I throw the scraps down on a street like all his and his notes
All his books and his and all the junk that he wrote
The whole 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 shootin' off mouths
'Fuck with us and die', fuck with us and die
Let's see rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls
Cover that eye, cover that eye

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And why should I dress his
When he has my dress
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 soil?

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

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to fall to
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, favours those that favor death

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

And, and, and, and all the angels come on
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 with their pens poised

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

Well, I have cried one thousand
And cried a thousand tears, it's true
And the next night you know
That I'm cryin' them for you

Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so
Red dress, long and red hair down
And just ain't heaven
Without that little girl around

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