Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All rise for the Honorable Burrell.

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

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

I faced the court, thought long and hard before I reply,
"There's something you need to hear, from me before I die.
The of my birth were something 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 timber yard, He He had no lumber,
Apart from some old 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 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,
I've heard all got to say,
That look on your face says you're guilty,
And now your judgment day."

"I'm not for forgiveness,
I'm not proud of what 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 lord carved this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good carved this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."