Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the night
Enter Patty Valentine the upper hall
She a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, killed them all
comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world

bodies 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 hope you
I saw leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the
And so Patty calls the
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 are drivin' around
Number one contender for the crown
Had no idea what kinda was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the of the road
Just like the time and the time before that
In Paterson that's the way things go
If you're you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to the heat

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

Four in the mornin' and they haul in
They took him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The wounded man looks up his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here He ain't the guy!
Here's the 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 champion of the

months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
While Arthur Dexter still in the robbery game
And the are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that in a bar
Remember you said you saw the car
You think you'd like to ball with the law
Think it might-a been fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not
The cops said a poor boy like you use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to friend Bello
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 to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this murder on him
He ain't no Jim

Rubin could take a man out 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 over I'd as soon go on my way
Up to paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is
And ride a horse a trail
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a

All of cards were marked in advance
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's drunkards from the slums
To the folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a nigger
No one doubted that he the trigger
And though could not produce 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 murder one, who testified
and Bradley 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
help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their
Are free to drink martinis and the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot
An man in a living hell
That's the of the Hurricane
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 champion of the