Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting on Remand

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

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

And I was picked up on of something I haven't done
Here I sit in F waiting for my trial to come
It's a cruel punishment that society demands
Innocent till guilty, rotting on remand

I ended up in this built in 1882
One man to one prison cell was a Victorian
Now three of us are squeezed in here and you can't escape the
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 food and bring it back and if I'm lucky, get a
Apart one hour's exercise, I'm locked in here all day
You turn criminals into citizens by treating them this way

Is the price of law and order the of wormwood scrubs?
With judges quick to sentence more down above
It's a cruel punishment that society demands
till proven guilty, rotting on remand