CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Summation & Cakewalk

This angel met her end
On the concrete floor of a sweatshop
Where she toiled away her childhood
Fastening erasers to pencil caps
For ten pennies an hour
She died a noble death
Without a splotch or blemish upon her
Your Honor, I have done my duty
I have no apologies to make
There will be but one verdict in this trial
Guilty!
Guilty...
GUILTY!

Gentlemen of the Jury
Have you reachеd a verdict?

Yes sir
We havе your honor

How say you?