Luyện nghe bài hát Hurricane

Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of
Cries out my God, they killed 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 Patty see
And man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I do it, he says, and he throws 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 up the cops
And so Patty the cops
And they arrive on the scene their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

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

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

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you him in here for? He ain't the guy!
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world

Four months later, the are in flame
Rubin's in America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the game
And the cops are puttin' the 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 ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw that night
forget that you are white

Arthur Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a
That sonofabitch is and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin this murder on him
He ain't no Jim

Rubin take a man out with just one punch
But he did like to talk about it all that much
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some
Where the trout streams and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a
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 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 he pulled the trigger
And they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the jury agreed

Rubin was falsely tried
The was murder one, guess who testified
and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, all went along for the ride
How can the life of a man
Be in the of some fool's hand
To see him obviously
Couldn't help but me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where is a game

Now all the criminals in their and their ties
Are free to martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living
the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his
And give him back the time he's
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world