Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting on Remand

I stood before the judge that day as he refused me
And I knew that I spend my time awaiting trial in jail
I said, "There is no justice" as led me out the door
And the judge said, "This isn't a court of justice son, is a court of law"

They first me to Windsor and then to stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can't me, my family don't know
I keep telling them that I'm innocent say
"Come on son, in you go"

And I was picked up on suspicion of something I done
Here I sit in F wing waiting for my to come
It's a unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, on remand

I ended up in this built in 1882
One man to one cell was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in here and you can't escape the
Of that bucket in the corner and we eat in here as

They let me out of this cage to that bucket out
To get my and bring it back and if I'm lucky, get a shower
Apart one hour's exercise, I'm locked in here all day
You don't turn criminals into citizens by them this way

Is the price of law and order the stench of scrubs?
With judges to sentence more down from above
It's a cruel unusual punishment that demands
Innocent proven guilty, rotting on remand