Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

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

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

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

Alfred had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state
And Miss Patty Valentine nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not
So they took him to the
And this man could hardly 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 looks up through his one eye
Says, wha'd you him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' that he done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

Four later, the ghettos are in flame
in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter still in the robbery game
And the are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember murder that happened in a bar
you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play with the law
it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget you are white

Arthur Dexter 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 we're to your friend Bello
You don't 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 want to pin triple murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

could take a man out with just one punch
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 as soon go on my way
Up to paradise
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But they took him to the jailhouse
they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards marked in advance
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards the slums
To the white folks who he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a nigger
No one doubted 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

Carter was falsely tried
The crime was one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all along for the ride
How can the life of a man
Be in the palm of fool's hand
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 their coats and their
Are free to martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a cell
An man in a living hell
That's the of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till clear his name
And give him the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the