Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of side there was
they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

Larry was the oldest, Joey was to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby called "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and numbers too.
It seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.

Joey, Joey,
of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them to come and blow you away?

was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they really at.
When tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, he was bulletproof.

The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the
and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the and took five prisoners.
They stashed away in a basement, called them amateurs.

The hostages were tremblin' they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con take the blame."
But Joey up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men.
peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What them want to come and blow you away?

The police department hounded him, called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to when they met
"Five to ten," said Joey. The says, "That's exactly what you get."

He did ten years in Attica, reading and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to a strike.
His closest friends were black men they seemed to understand
What like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.

they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the he left behind
To the he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine."

Joey, Joey,
of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to and blow you away?

It was true that in his years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never of one."
Yet he walked into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,
Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Joe."

One day blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He the table over to protect his family
Then he out into the streets of Little Italy.

Joey, Joey,
of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you

Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He dead, he's just asleep."
I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son he could not save.

The sun turned cold over Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old near the house where he was born.
And someday if in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down get what they deserve.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them to come and blow you away?