Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty from the upper hall
She sees a in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they them all
comes 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 of the world

Three lyin' there 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 the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better call up the
And so calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red flashin'
In the hot New night

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

Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked middleweights
They jumped into a white car with plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not
So took him to the infirmary
And though this man could see
They told him 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, 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 champion of the

Four later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
While Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that 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' night
forget that 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 job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a
That sonofabitch is and gettin' braver
We to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one
But he never did like to talk about it all 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
Where the trout streams flow and the air is
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 cards were in advance
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses from 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 though they not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the jury agreed

Rubin Carter was tried
The crime was murder one, who testified
Bello and and they both baldly 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 obviously
Couldn't but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
justice is a game

Now all the criminals in coats and their ties
Are free to martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like 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 clear his
And him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The champion of the