Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All rise for the Honorable Burrell.

This court is to order,
These are serious,
up and face the bench,
How do you plead, How do you plead?

"Guilty as charged," the decreed, "stand up and face the bench,
I have some to say to you before we recommence.
A of crimes this serious, I swear I have not seen,
In all the years 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 words of mitigation, before I pass the
that you can tell the court to add to your defense?"

I faced the court, thought long and before I gave reply,
"There's that you need to hear, from me before I die.
The circumstances of my birth something short of bliss,
I have from my mother, it was told to me like this...

'The day that I was born, she said, The Lord woke from slumber,
Looking his timber yard, He found He had no lumber,
Apart from some old twisted branch, in shadows to lurk,
He it out into the light and set about his work.'

She told me that the should not expect too much of me,
the Good Lord 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 there look on your face you're guilty,
And now your judgment day."

"I'm not for forgiveness,
I'm not of what I've done,
I did the I had to do, like any other mother's son.
None of us are perfect, so remember you see.
the Good lord carved this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord carved crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."