Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Enter Patty Valentine the upper hall
She a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, killed them all
Here the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' that he never
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

Three bodies there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his
I was robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better up the cops
And so Patty the cops
And arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of are drivin' around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the of the road
like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not up on the street
'Less you want to the heat

Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin'
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked middleweights
They jumped into a white car with plates
And Miss Patty Valentine nodded her head
Cop said, a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the
And though man could hardly see
They told him that he identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul in
They took him to the and they brought him upstairs
The man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities came to
For that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world

Four later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to
that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you you saw the getaway car
You think you'd to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that
Don't that you are white

Arthur Bradley said I'm really not sure
The said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your Bello
You wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a
That sonofabitch is brave and braver
We want to put his ass in
We to pin this triple murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to paradise
Where the streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse a trail
But they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he the trigger
And though could not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white agreed

Carter was falsely tried
The crime was one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the
How can the life of a man
Be in the palm of fool's hand
To see him framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to in a land
Where justice is a

Now all the criminals in their and their ties
Are free to drink and watch the sun rise
Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living
That's the of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till clear his name
And him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the