Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a of blood
Cries out, "My God, they them all"

Here the story of the hurricane
The man, the authorities to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world

Three bodies there, does Patty see?
And another man named Bello, around mysteriously
"I do it," he says, and he throws 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 calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far away in part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin'
Number one for the middleweight crown
Had no what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop him over to the side of the road

Just the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way go
If you're black you might as well not up on the street
you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they like middleweights
They jumped into a white car out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, one's not dead"
So took him to the infirmary
And though this man hardly see
They him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul in
Take him to the and they bring him upstairs
The man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He the guy"

Yes, here's the of the hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

Four months later, the are in flame
in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery
And the cops are the screws to him
Lookin' for somebody to

"Remember that murder that in a bar?"
"Remember you 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 forget you are white"

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm not sure"
Cops said, "A poor boy like you use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a fellow

You'll be doin' a favor
That is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin this triple on him
He ain't no Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with one punch
But he never did like to about it all that much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some
Where the trout streams and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a
The judge Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
No one that he pulled the trigger
And they could not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the jury agreed

Rubin Carter was tried
The crime was one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and both baldly lied
And the newspapers, all went along for the ride

How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of some hand?
To see him obviously
help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a

Now all the criminals in their coats and their
Are free to drink martinis and the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a cell
An man in a living hell

That's the of the hurricane
But it won't be over till they his name
And give him the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world