Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who when
Opened up his 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, was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the they called "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed got caught between the mob and the men in blue.

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

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

The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible
Till they ventured out behind the lines and five prisoners.
stashed them 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 Edison the blame."
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not kind of men.
It's peace and that we need to go back to work again."

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

The police hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, were 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, reading and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men they seemed to understand
it's like 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 Jimmy Cagney and I he did look great.
He tried to the way back into the life he left behind
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 have to come and you away?

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

One day they blew him in a clam bar in New York
He see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the over to protect his family
he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.

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

Sister and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, just asleep."
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back the grave
I guess he had to say one last to the son that 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 if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men shot him down will get what they deserve.

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