Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All for the Honorable Judge Burrell.

This is called to order,
charges 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 some words to say to you before we recommence.
A list of crimes serious, I swear I have not seen,
In all the years that I served Her Majesty the Queen.

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

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

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

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

"Stand up and the bench,
I've heard all 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 proud of I've done,
I did the things I had to do, any other mother's son.
None of us are perfect, so remember you see.
When the Good lord carved this soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord carved this soul, out of a crooked tree."