Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

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

Three bodies lyin' does Patty see
And another man Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his
I was robbin' 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 on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far away in another part of
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin'
Number one contender for the crown
Had no what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the
Just like the time and the time before that
In Paterson that's the way things go
If you're black you as well not show up on the street
'Less you to draw the heat

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

Four in the mornin' and haul Rubin in
They him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up 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 of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the 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
it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't that you are white

Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to friend Bello
You don't have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and braver
We want to put his ass in
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 like to about it all that much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to paradise
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a along a trail
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where try to turn a man into a mouse

All of cards were marked in advance
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses 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 pulled the
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 was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went for the ride
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 justice is a

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