Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

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

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

Three bodies lyin' there, does see?
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 the cops
And they arrive on the scene their red lights flashin'
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are around
Number one contender for the middleweight
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go
a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the before that
In that's just the way things go
If you're black you as well 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 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, this not dead"
So took him to the infirmary
And though this man hardly see
They told him that he could identify the men

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

Yes, the story of the hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the

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

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

Arthur Dexter 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 talkin' to your Bello
Now you don't wanta to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You'll be doin' a favor
sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in
We to pin this triple murder on him
He no gentleman Jim"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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