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 I have not seen,
In all the years that I have Her Majesty the Queen.

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

I faced the court, thought long and hard before I reply,
"There's something that you to hear, from me before I die.
The circumstances of my birth were 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,
'round his timber yard, He found He had no lumber,
Apart from some old branch, in shadows left to lurk,
He pulled it out into the light and set his work.'

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

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

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