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 them all"

Here comes the of the hurricane
The man, the authorities came to
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The of the world

Three lyin' there, does Patty see?
And man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his
"I was only robbin' the register, I you understand

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 in another part of town
Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight
Had no idea what kinda shit was to go down
When a cop him over to the side of the road

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

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the
Him and Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this not dead"
So they took him to the
And this man could hardly see
told 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 him in here for? He ain't the guy"

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

Four months later, the ghettos are in
Rubin's in America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the game
And the are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for to blame

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

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

You'll be doin' a favor
That sonofabitch is 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 a man out with just one punch
But he never did to talk 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 streams flow and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to a man into a mouse

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

And to the black he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the
And though could not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury

Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, who testified?
Bello and and they 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 framed
Couldn't help but me feel ashamed to live in a land
justice is a game

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

That's the of the hurricane
But it be over till they clear his name
And give him the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the