Luyện nghe bài hát Sentencing

The smell of her
Struggles to everything,
Inside this room
Though subdued, the silence seems to sing
Whoa-oh, I you so!
Whoa-oh, I you so!

My is evidence
My role is
Unless I've inadmissable
In of consequence,
I'm only as reliable as the defendant's is defendable

I am the
though I'm unwilling to be still and evil
as my own personal - and will

Nothing sense anymore
When murder's a smistake that you have made
makees sense anymore
So a sick and guilty man will be born again conscience saved

Judicial will see to that
I'll see to
He'll see to
It's given the incident,
Given his catatonic state, to imagine it playing out any way

He was admitted on day
As the read his case,
There were implausibilities he place
It was that there was something more to this patient
Something had missed
It's hole I can see in each of his eyes
where all the that happen in this real world just kind of fall through.
It's loneliness, it's

Nothing makes sense
When murder's a mistake that you have made
Nothing makes sense
So a sick and guilty man will be born again with saved