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 decreed, "stand up and face 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 that I have served Her Majesty the Queen.

Arson, murder, blackmail, grand and theft,
dealing, human 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 hard before I 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 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 yard, He found He had no lumber,
Apart some old twisted branch, in shadows left to lurk,
He pulled it out into the light and set his work.'

She told me that the world should not too much of me,
the Good Lord carved my crooked 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 all you've got to say,
That there on your face says you're guilty,
And now it's your day."

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