Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All rise for the Honorable Burrell.

court is called to order,
These are serious,
up and face 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 list of crimes this serious, I swear I 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 words of mitigation, before I pass the
that you can tell the court to add to your defense?"

I faced the court, long and hard before I gave reply,
"There's something that you to hear, from me before I die.
The circumstances of my were something short of bliss,
I have this 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 timber yard, He He had no lumber,
from 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 should not expect too much of me,
When the Good carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."

"Stand up and the bench,
heard all you've 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 Good lord this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord carved this crooked soul, out of a tree."