Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

Larry was the oldest, was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' 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 want to come and blow you away?

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far that
No one ever knew for sure where they were at.
When they tried to 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 out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered defeats
they ventured out behind the lines 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 place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame."
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those of men.
It's and quiet that we need to go back to work again."

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

The police department hounded him, they 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 in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the one time for tryin' to stop a strike.
His closest were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's to be in society with a shackle on your hand.

they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he like Jimmy Cagney and I swear 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,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to come and blow you

It was true in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too children," he'd say, "they should never 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 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 staggered out into the of Little Italy.

Joey, Joey,
of the streets, child 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 friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's asleep."
I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.

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

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