Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She sees a 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 time he could-a
The champion of the

Three bodies there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' mysteriously
I do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better up the cops
And so Patty the cops
And they on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

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

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin'
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked middleweights
They jumped into a white car out-of-state plates
And Miss Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this not dead
So they took him to the
And though man could hardly see
They told him he could identify the guilty men

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one eye
Says, you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the

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

Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy like you could use a
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 fellow
You'll be doin' society a
sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin this triple on him
He ain't no Jim

could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk it all that much
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some
Where the trout streams flow and the air is
And ride a horse a trail
But they took him to the jailhouse
Where try to turn a man into a mouse

All of cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
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 pulled the
And they could 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 crime was murder one, who testified
Bello and Bradley and they 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 obviously
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 and watch the sun rise
While Rubin like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a hell
the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over they clear his name
And give him back the time he's
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The champion of the