Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All rise for the Judge Burrell.

court is called to order,
These are serious,
up and face the bench,
How do you plead, How do you plead?

"Guilty as charged," the decreed, "stand up and face the bench,
I have words to say to you before we recommence.
A list of crimes this serious, I swear I not seen,
In all the years that I have Her Majesty the Queen.

Arson, murder, blackmail, grand and theft,
Drug dealing, human trafficking, I ask the court, what's
Are words of mitigation, before I pass the sentence?
Anything that you can the court to add to your defense?"

I faced the court, thought long and hard I gave reply,
"There's something that you need to hear, from me I die.
The circumstances of my were something short of bliss,
I have this from my mother, it was to me like this...

'The day that I was born, she said, The Good Lord woke slumber,
Looking 'round his timber yard, He He had no lumber,
Apart from some old branch, in shadows left to lurk,
He it out into the light and set about his work.'

She told me that the world should not too much of me,
When the Good Lord carved my soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."

"Stand up and the bench,
heard all you've got to say,
That there look on your says you're guilty,
And now your judgment day."

"I'm not for forgiveness,
I'm not of what I've done,
I did the things I had to do, like any other son.
None of us are perfect, so remember you see.
When the Good lord this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Lord carved this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."