Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting on Remand

I stood before the judge that day as he refused me
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"

They first me to Windsor and then to stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool days and nights I spent
My can't 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 suspicion of something I haven't
Here I sit in F wing for my trial to come
a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent proven guilty, rotting on remand

I ended up in jail built in 1882
One man to one prison was a Victorian value
Now of us are squeezed 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 that bucket out
To get my food and bring it 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 of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs?
With judges quick to more down from above
It's a unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, on remand