Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

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

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

Meanwhile, far away in another of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are 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 side of the
Just like the time before and the before that
In Paterson just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the
you want to draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin'
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked middleweights
They into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So took him to the infirmary
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 through his one eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He the guy!
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the

Four months later, the are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
Arthur Dexter Bradley's still 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 you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play with the law
Think it 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 said a poor boy like you could use a
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your Bello
You don't wanta have to go to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a
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 take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk it all that much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to paradise
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a
But they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man 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 the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a bum
And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
No one that he pulled the trigger
And they could not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white agreed

Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who
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 ashamed to live in a
justice is a game

Now all the criminals in coats and their ties
Are free to drink and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like in a ten-foot cell
An man in a living hell
That's the story of the
But it be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The champion of the