Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She sees a bartender in a pool of
Cries out my God, they them all
comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the came to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world

Three bodies lyin' does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better call up the
And so Patty the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in another of town
Rubin Carter and a of friends are drivin' around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the of the road
like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson just 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 partner and he had a rap for the
Him and Arthur Dexter were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked middleweights
They jumped into a white car out-of-state plates
And Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this not dead
So they took him to the
And though this man hardly see
told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul in
They took him to the and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man up through his one dyin' eye
Says, you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one 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 to blame
Remember that murder that 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 you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm 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 your Bello
You wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be society a favor
sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We to put his ass in stir
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 that
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as go on my way
Up to paradise
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 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 folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted he pulled the trigger
And they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white jury

Carter was falsely tried
The was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the
How can the life of a man
Be in the palm of some fool's
To see him obviously
Couldn't help but make me feel to live in a land
justice is a game

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