Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

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

Here the story of the hurricane
The man, the authorities to blame
For that he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty
And another man Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was robbin' the register, I hope you understand

I saw them leavin'" he says, and he
"One of us had call up the cops"
And so Patty the cops
And they arrive on the scene their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far away in part of town
Rubin and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was 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 just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the
'Less you wanna draw the

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 out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with plates"

And Miss Patty just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, one's not dead"
So they took him to the
And though this man could see
They told him 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 He ain't the guy"

Yes, here's the of the hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the

months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery
And the cops are puttin' the to him
for somebody to blame

"Remember that that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the car?"
"You think like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' night?"
"Don't that you are white"

Arthur Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
said, "A poor boy like you could 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 nice

You'll be doin' a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin'
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 just one
But he did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as go on my way

Up to paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is
And ride a horse a trail
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man a mouse

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

And to the black he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted he pulled the trigger
And though they not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white agreed

Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly
And the newspapers, they all went for the ride

How can the life of a man
Be in the palm of some fool's
To see him obviously
Couldn't but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where is a game

Now all the criminals in coats and their ties
Are free to drink and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An man in a living hell

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