Luyện nghe bài hát Rotting on Remand

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

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

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

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

let me out of this cage to slop that bucket out
To get my and bring it back and if I'm lucky, get a shower
Apart from one hour's exercise, I'm in here all day
You don't criminals into citizens by treating them this way

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