Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, killed 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 champion of the

Three bodies lyin' does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around
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 better call up the
And so Patty calls the
And they arrive on the scene with their red flashin'
In the hot New night

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

Alfred had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin'
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state
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 hardly see
They told him that he identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him
The wounded man up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world

Four later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
While Arthur Dexter still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for to blame
Remember that murder happened in a bar
you said you saw the getaway car
You you'd like 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 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 nice
You'll be society a favor
That is brave 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 about it all that much
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's I'd just 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 then they him to the jailhouse
Where they try to a man into 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 who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy
No one doubted that he the trigger
And though they not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white jury

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

Now all the criminals in their coats and their
Are free to drink martinis and the sun rise
While Rubin sits Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An man in a living hell
That's the story of the
But it won't be over they clear his name
And give him the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world