Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tree

All rise for the Honorable Burrell.

This is called to order,
charges are serious,
Stand up and the bench,
How do you plead, How do you plead?

"Guilty as charged," the Judge decreed, "stand up and the bench,
I have words to say to you before we recommence.
A list of crimes serious, I swear I have not seen,
In all the that I have served Her Majesty the Queen.

Arson, murder, blackmail, larceny and theft,
Drug dealing, human trafficking, I ask the court, left?
Are there words of mitigation, before I pass the
that you can tell the court to add to your defense?"

I faced the court, long and hard before I gave reply,
"There's something you need to hear, from me before I die.
The circumstances of my were something short of bliss,
I have this my mother, it was told to me like this...

day that I was born, she said, The Good Lord woke from slumber,
Looking 'round his yard, He found He had no lumber,
Apart from some old twisted branch, in shadows to lurk,
He pulled it out into the and set about his work.'

She told me the world should not expect too much of me,
the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."

"Stand up and the bench,
I've all you've got to say,
That there look on face says you're guilty,
And now it's judgment day."

"I'm not for forgiveness,
I'm not of what I've done,
I did the I had to do, like any other mother's son.
of us are perfect, so remember what you see.
When the Good lord carved this soul, out of a crooked tree.
When the Good Lord this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."