Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, killed them all
Here the story of the Hurricane
The man the came to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

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

Meanwhile, far in another part of town
Rubin and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what 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 just the way go
If you're black you as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the

Bello had a partner 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 a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, one's not dead
So they took him to the
And though this man could see
They told him that he could identify the men

in the mornin' 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 done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

Four months later, the are in flame
in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for 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 fighter that you saw runnin' that night
forget that you are white

Arthur Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and talkin' to your friend Bello
You wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' a favor
That is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin this triple on him
He no Gentleman Jim

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

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 he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he the trigger
And though they could not the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white jury

Rubin Carter was tried
The crime was 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 palm of fool's hand
To see him framed
help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a

Now all the criminals in coats and their ties
Are free to drink and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a cell
An innocent man in a living
That's the 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 of the world