Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She sees a bartender in a pool of
Cries out my God, killed them all
comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The of the world

Three bodies lyin' does Patty 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 you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better up the cops
And so Patty calls the
And they on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far away in another part of
Rubin Carter and a of friends are drivin' around
Number one for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what shit was about to go down
When a cop him over to the side of the road
Just the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way go
If you're black you might as well not up on the street
'Less you 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 out, they looked like middleweights
They into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine nodded her head
Cop said, a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they him to the infirmary
And this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the men

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the and they brought him upstairs
The man looks 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 came to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a cell, but one time 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 still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for to blame
Remember murder that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the car
You think you'd to play ball with the law
Think it might-a that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget you are white

Arthur Bradley said I'm really not sure
The said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't have to go back 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 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 much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when it's I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a

All of cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a
The judge Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a bum
And to the black folks he was just a nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the
And though they could not the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the jury agreed

Rubin Carter was tried
The crime was murder one, who testified
and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went for the ride
How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of some hand
To see him framed
Couldn't but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
justice is a game

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