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 came to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the

Three bodies lyin' does Patty see
And another man named Bello, around mysteriously
I do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better call up the
And so Patty calls the
And they arrive on the scene with red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

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

Alfred Bello had a and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they like middleweights
They into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this not dead
So they him to the infirmary
And though man could hardly 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 wounded man up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here He ain't the guy!
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The of the world

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

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

could take a man out with 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 it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some
Where the trout streams and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man a mouse

All of Rubin's were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black he was just a crazy nigger
No one that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white agreed

Rubin was falsely tried
The crime was one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both lied
And the newspapers, they all along for the ride
How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's
To see him framed
Couldn't help but me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a

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