Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All rise for the Honorable Burrell.

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

"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 years that I served Her Majesty the Queen.

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

I faced the court, thought and hard before I gave reply,
"There's something that you need to hear, from me I die.
The circumstances of my birth were something of bliss,
I this 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 twisted branch, in left to lurk,
He pulled it out into the 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.
the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."

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