Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a of blood
Cries out my God, they them all
comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the

Three bodies 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 you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had call up the cops
And so Patty the cops
And they arrive on the with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in part of town
Rubin and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was to go down
When a cop him over 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 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, they looked like
jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not
So they took him to the
And this man could hardly see
They told him that he identify the guilty men

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He the guy!
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the

Four later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in America, fightin' for his name
Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that that happened in a bar
Remember you you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that
Don't forget that you are

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 nice
You'll be doin' a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin'
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin triple murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd as soon go on my way
Up to some
Where the trout flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse a trail
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a

All of Rubin's cards marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards 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 the trigger
And though they could not the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury

Rubin Carter was tried
The crime was one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly
And the newspapers, they all went along for the
How can the of such 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
justice is a game

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