Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

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

Here comes the story of the
The man, the authorities came to
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world

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

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

Meanwhile, far in another part of town
Rubin and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight
Had no idea what shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the 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 might as well not show up on the
'Less you draw the heat

Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a car with out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, one's not dead"
So they him to the infirmary
And though this man hardly see
They told him that he identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul in
Take him to the hospital and they 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, the story of the hurricane
The man the came to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

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

"Remember that that happened 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 fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't that you are white"

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

be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and braver
We to put his ass in stir
We want to pin triple murder on him
He no gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out just one punch
But he never did like to about it all that much
It's my work, 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 they took him to the jailhouse
they try to turn a man into a mouse

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

And to the folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he the trigger
And they 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 Bradley and both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the

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

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

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