Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting on Remand

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

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

And 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 punishment that demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on

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

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 from one hour's exercise, I'm locked in all day
You don't criminals into citizens by treating them this way

Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood
With quick to sentence more down from above
a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till guilty, rotting on remand