Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting on Remand

I stood before the 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 led me out the door
And the said, "This isn't a court of justice son, this is a court of law"

They first sent me to Windsor and to stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool three days and nights I
My solicitor find me, my family don't know
I keep telling 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 unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, on remand

I up in this jail built in 1882
One man to one prison was a Victorian value
Now three of us are in here 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 slop 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 don't criminals into citizens by treating them this way

Is the price of law and the stench of wormwood scrubs?
With judges quick to sentence more from above
It's a cruel unusual punishment that society
Innocent till guilty, rotting on remand