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 time awaiting trial in
I said, "There is no justice" as led me out the door
And the judge said, "This isn't a of justice son, this is a court of law"

They first sent me to and then to stoke on Trent
In a holding in Liverpool three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can't find me, my family know
I keep telling them 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 to come
a cruel unusual punishment that society 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 of us are squeezed in here and you can't escape the smell
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
from one hour's exercise, I'm locked in here all day
You don't turn criminals citizens by treating them this way

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