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"

Here 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 of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty
And another man named Bello, around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his
"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 scene with red lights flashin'
In the hot New night

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

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

Alfred Bello had a and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like
They into a white car with 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 Rubin in
him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you him in here for? He ain't the guy"

Yes, the story of the hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world

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

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

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

You'll be doin' society a
That sonofabitch is and gettin' braver
We to put his ass in stir
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 talk about it all that
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

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

All of cards 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 though they 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 crime was one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all along for the ride

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

Now all the criminals in their and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and the sun rise
While Rubin like 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 clear his name
And give him the time he's done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world