Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they them all
Here comes the of the Hurricane
The man the came to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

Three lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you
I saw leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had call up the cops
And so Patty the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight
Had no what kinda shit was about to go down
a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time and the time before that
In that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the
'Less you to draw the heat

Alfred had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men out, they looked like middleweights
jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this not dead
So they him to the infirmary
And this man could hardly see
told him that he could identify the guilty men

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

Four months later, the are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder happened in a bar
you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to ball with the law
Think it might-a been that that you saw runnin' that night
Don't that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley I'm really not sure
The cops a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice
You'll be doin' a favor
sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin triple murder on him
He ain't no Jim

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

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

Rubin was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who
Bello and and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went for the ride
How can the life of a man
Be in the of some fool's hand
To see him obviously
Couldn't help but make me feel to live in a land
justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their
Are to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a hell
That's the story of the
But it be over till they clear his name
And him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world