Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All rise for the Honorable Burrell.

This court is to order,
These are serious,
Stand up and 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 this serious, I swear I not seen,
In all the years I have served Her Majesty the Queen.

Arson, murder, blackmail, larceny and theft,
Drug dealing, trafficking, I ask the court, what's left?
Are there 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 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 to me like this...

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

She told me the world should not expect 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 on your face 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, any other mother's son.
of us are perfect, so remember what you see.
When the Good lord carved crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good carved this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."