Luyện nghe bài hát Crime for Crime

Big day has come, bell is
I run my hands my hair one last time
Outside the prison town is gathering
People are trading crime for

Everyone to see the prisoner they need to make it even easier
see me as a symbol and not a human being
That way they can kill me, say it's not murder, a metaphor
We are killing off our own and starting clean

Standing at the everyone turned my way
I a voice ask me if I've any last words to say
I'm looking out the field of familiar eyes
And somewhere in a woman's arms the cries

And I say guilt and they are a matter of degree
What is justice to you not be justice to me
I went too far, I'm sorry, I guess now I'm going
So let he you cast the first stone

Yeah, now a days we have all kinds of machines
So no one person ever has to blood on their hands
We've complex organizations, if just does their job
No one person ever has to

Yeah, you might be the wrong color, yeah, you might be too poor
Justice something just anyone can afford
Yeah, you might not pull the trigger, you be out in the car
You might get a lethal injection 'cause we take metaphor far

The big day has come and my bell is
And I run my hands through my hair one time
Outside the walls the town has gathered
People are trading for crime

People are crime for crime
People are still trading for crime, yeah
People are trading crime for crime

People are still trading for crime, yeah
People are still trading for crime, oh yeah
People are still trading for crime