Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the night
Enter Patty from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of
Cries out, "My God, killed them all"

comes the story of the hurricane
The man, the authorities came to
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty
And another man named Bello, around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he up his hands
"I was only the register, I hope you understand

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

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

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

Alfred Bello had a and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
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, "Wait a minute, boys, this not dead"
So they took him to the
And though this man hardly see
They told him that he could the guilty men

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here He ain't the guy"

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

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

"Remember murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you you saw the getaway car?"
"You you'd 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"
Cops said, "A boy like you could use a break
We got you for the job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You'll be doin' a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and braver
We to put his ass in stir
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
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 paradise
Where the trout flow and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
Where try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a
The judge made Rubin's witnesses from the slums
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 they 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 was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all along for the ride

How can the of such a man
Be in the of some fool's hand?
To see him framed
Couldn't but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a

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

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