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 information
Just a little indication, just who dig the hole?

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

Ain't there nothin' anymore?
someone will build a box for Black Paul?

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

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

of ants 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 and the hacks
The pen and the quacks
We just to get the facts
Oh we come to get the facts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 shall rise to fall, to to glory
Spring up 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 those that favor death

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

And, and, and, and all the come on down
And all you men and crowd around
And all the old widows weeping 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 of Black Blood
And Black Paul singin' a lonely boy

Well, I have one thousand tears
And I've cried a thousand tears, true
And the stormy night you know
That I'm still 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
that little girl hangin' around

Well, am I laughin' about bein' a bad
The Lord knows I some good things too
But I confess my soul will rest until you, until you've built
Until you a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too