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 of whatever side there was
When they him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

Larry was the oldest, Joey was to last.
called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast."
Some say lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got 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?

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

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

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

Joey, Joey,
of the streets, child 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 never who with.
"What time is it?" the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten," said Joey. The says, "That's exactly what you get."

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

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a weight
But he dressed like Cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he left
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 have to come and blow you away?

It was true in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should know 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 they blew him down in a 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 staggered out into the of Little Italy.

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

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

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

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