Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting on Remand

I stood the judge that day as he refused me bail
And I that I would spend my time awaiting trial in jail
I said, "There is no justice" as they led me out the
And the judge said, "This a court of justice son, this is a court of law"

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

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

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

They let me out of this cage to slop that out
To get my food and 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 criminals into citizens by treating them this way

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