Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting On Remand

I stood before the judge day
As he me bail
And I knew that I would spend my
trial in jail
I said is no justice
As led me out the door
And the judge said, "This isn't a of justice son
This is a of law."
They sent me to Windsor
And then to Stoke on
In a holding in Liverpool
Three and nights I spent
My can't find me
And my family doesn't
I keep telling that I'm innocent
just say, "Come on son, in you go."
I was picked up on suspicion of something I done
Here I sit in 'F' wing for my trial to come
It's a cruel unusual punishment society demands
till proven guilty, rotting on remand
I ended up in this
in 1882
When one man to one cell
Was a Victorian
Now three of us are squeezed in
And you can't escape the
Of that in the corner
And we eat in here as
They let me out of this
To slop that out
To get my and bring it back
And if I'm lucky, get a
Apart from one exercise
I'm in here all day
You don't turn criminals into
By them this way
Is the price of law and the stench of Wormwood Scrubs
With judges quick to sentence more down from above
It's a unusual punishment that society demands
till proven guilty, rotting on remand