Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots out in the barroom night
Enter Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they them all
Here comes the of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For that he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

Three bodies there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you
I saw leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the
And so Patty the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of are drivin' around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda was about to go down
When a cop pulled him to the side of the road
Just the time before and the time before that
In that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not up on the street
'Less you to draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men out, they looked like middleweights
jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, one's not dead
So they him to the infirmary
And though this man could see
They told him that he could the guilty men

in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the of the Hurricane
The man the came to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the

months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery
And the are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder 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 that fighter that you saw runnin' that
Don't that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm not sure
The said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' a favor
sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

Rubin take a man out with just one punch
But he did like to talk about it all that much
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 some
Where the trout flow and the air is nice
And ride a along a trail
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where they try to 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 the slums
To the folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy
No one doubted that he pulled the
And though they not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white jury

Carter was falsely tried
The was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they baldly lied
And the newspapers, all went 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 but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a

Now all the criminals in their and their ties
Are free to drink and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living
the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over they clear his name
And give him the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world