Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting On Remand

I stood before the judge day
As he me bail
And I knew that I would my time
Awaiting in jail
I said is no justice
As led me out the door
And the judge said, "This isn't a court of son
is a court of law."
They first sent me to
And then to on Trent
In a holding in Liverpool
Three and nights I spent
My solicitor can't me
And my doesn't know
I keep telling them that I'm
They say, "Come on son, in you go."
I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven't
Here I sit in 'F' wing waiting for my trial to
It's a cruel unusual that society demands
till proven guilty, rotting on remand
I ended up in jail
Built in
When one man to one cell
Was a value
Now three of us are in here
And you can't the smell
Of bucket in the corner
And we eat in as well
They let me out of this
To that bucket out
To get my food and it back
And if I'm lucky, get a
from one hours exercise
I'm locked in all day
You don't turn into citizens
By treating this way
Is the of law and order the stench of Wormwood Scrubs
With judges quick to sentence more down from above
a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till guilty, rotting on remand