Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All for the Honorable Judge Burrell.

This court is to order,
charges are serious,
Stand up and the bench,
How do you plead, How do you plead?

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

Arson, murder, blackmail, grand 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 tell the to add to your defense?"

I faced the court, long and hard before I gave reply,
"There's something that you need to hear, from me I die.
The circumstances of my birth something short of bliss,
I have from 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,
Apart from some old branch, in shadows left to lurk,
He it out into the light and set about his work.'

She told me that the world should not too much of me,
When the Good carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a 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, like any mother's son.
None of us are perfect, so what you see.
When the Good carved this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."