Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Enter Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a of blood
out my God, they killed them all
Here 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 been
The of the world

Three bodies lyin' does Patty see
And another man named Bello, 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 call up the cops
And so Patty the cops
And arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

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

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

Four in the mornin' and they Rubin in
took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the

Four later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, for his name
While Arthur Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to
Remember murder that happened in a bar
Remember you you saw the getaway 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 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 motel job and we're talkin' to friend Bello
You wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a
That sonofabitch is 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 about it all much
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to paradise
Where the trout streams and the air is nice
And ride a along a trail
But they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to a man into a mouse

All of cards were marked in advance
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
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 agreed

Carter was falsely tried
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 but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their and their ties
Are free to martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a cell
An innocent man in a hell
That's the of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they his name
And give him back the time he's
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The champion of the