Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of
out my God, they killed them all
Here comes the of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the

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

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

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, looked like middleweights
jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the
And though this man hardly see
They told him that he identify the guilty men

in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The wounded man looks up 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 to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The of the world

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

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

Rubin could take a man out with just one
But he did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as go on my way
Up to some
Where the trout flow and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the
Where they try to a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the
To the folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy
No one doubted that he pulled the
And though could not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury

Rubin was falsely tried
The was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly
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 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 martinis and the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a cell
An man in a living hell
the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be till they clear his name
And give him back the he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the