Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting On Remand

I before the judge that day
As he me bail
And I knew that I would spend my
trial in jail
I said is no justice
As they led me out the
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 cell in Liverpool
days and nights I spent
My solicitor find me
And my family doesn't
I keep telling them that I'm
They say, "Come on son, in you go."
I was up on suspicion of something I haven't done
Here I sit in 'F' wing waiting for my to come
It's a cruel punishment that society demands
till proven guilty, rotting on remand
I up in this jail
Built in
When one man to one cell
Was a Victorian
Now of us are squeezed in here
And you can't escape the
Of bucket in the corner
And we eat in as well
let me out of this cage
To slop bucket out
To get my food and bring it
And if I'm lucky, get a
Apart one hours exercise
I'm in here all day
You don't turn criminals into
By treating this way
Is the price of law and order the of Wormwood Scrubs
With judges quick to sentence sending more from above
It's a unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent proven guilty, rotting on remand