Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol shots out in the barroom night
Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a 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' he never 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, around mysteriously
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 call up the cops
And so Patty calls the
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go
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 you're black you as well not show up on the street
'Less you to draw the heat

Alfred had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state
And Miss Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not
So they took him to the
And this man could hardly see
told 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 up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the of the Hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
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 are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play with the law
Think it might-a been fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not
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 don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice
You'll be society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and braver
We want to put his ass in
We to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Jim

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

All of Rubin's cards were marked in
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a
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 doubted that he the trigger
And though they not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the jury agreed

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

Now all the criminals in their and their 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
That's the story of the
But it won't be over till they clear his
And him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world