Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All for the Honorable Judge Burrell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stand up and the bench,
I've all you've got to say,
there look on your 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 this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."