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 Judge decreed, "stand up and the bench,
I have words to say to you before 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, 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, thought long and hard before I reply,
"There's that you need to hear, from me before I die.
The of my birth were something short of bliss,
I have this from my mother, it was told to me this...

'The day I was born, she said, The Good Lord woke from slumber,
'round his timber 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 expect too of me,
When the Good Lord carved my soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord carved my soul, out of a crooked tree."

"Stand up and the bench,
I've all you've got to say,
That there look on face says you're guilty,
And now it's 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.
of us are perfect, so remember what you see.
When the Good lord this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord carved this crooked soul, out of a tree."