Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She sees a in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they killed all
Here the story of the Hurricane
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

Three bodies lyin' does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around
I didn't do it, he says, and he up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better call up the
And so calls the cops
And they on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

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

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 runnin' out, they looked like
They jumped into a car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her
Cop said, a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So took 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
took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in for? He ain't the guy!
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the

months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in America, fightin' for his name
While Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, for somebody to blame
Remember that murder happened in a bar
you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play with the law
Think it been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't that you are white

Dexter 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 friend Bello
You don't have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' a favor
That is brave and gettin' braver
We to put his ass in stir
We to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Jim

could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to about it all that much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a along a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to 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 folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white agreed

Rubin Carter was tried
The was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly
And the newspapers, all went along for the ride
How can the life of a man
Be in the palm of fool's hand
To see him obviously
help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where is a game

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