Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All rise for the Judge Burrell.

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

"Guilty as charged," the decreed, "stand up and face the bench,
I have some 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 served Her the Queen.

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

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

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

She told me that the world should not expect too of me,
When the Good carved my crooked 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 face says guilty,
And now your judgment day."

"I'm not for forgiveness,
I'm not proud of I've done,
I did the things I had to do, like any other son.
of us are perfect, so remember what you see.
When the Good lord carved this crooked soul, out of a tree.
When the Good Lord carved this soul, out of a crooked tree."