Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Enter Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a in a pool of blood
out my God, they 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 he could-a been
The champion of the

Three bodies lyin' there does see
And another man named Bello, movin' mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his
I was robbin' the register, I hope 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 arrive on the scene with red lights flashin'
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of
Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight
Had no idea what kinda was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the of the road
like the time before and the time before that
In that's just the way things go
If black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the

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

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and 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 of the Hurricane
The man the came to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in
Rubin's in South America, for his name
While Arthur Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, for somebody to blame
that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the car
You think like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are

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 friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go to jail, be a nice fellow
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 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 just as go on my way
Up to paradise
Where the trout flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a
But they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's were marked in advance
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the
To the white folks who he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he the trigger
And though could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely
The was murder one, guess who testified
and Bradley 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 fool's hand
To see him framed
Couldn't help but me feel ashamed to live in a land
justice is a game

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