Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the of whatever 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.
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,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to 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 really at.
When they tried to Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.

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

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

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

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

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

It was true that in his later he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they never know of one."
Yet he right 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 comin' the door as he lifted up his fork.
He the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy.

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

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

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

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