Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an
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, 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 caught 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 was far from that
No one ever for sure where they were really at.
When they 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 out the streets
Joey and his brothers terrible defeats
they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed them away in a basement, them amateurs.

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

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

The police hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they never sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the to Joey when they met
"Five to ten," Joey. The judge says, "That's exactly what you get."

He did ten in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for 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 a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he 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 to come and blow you away?

It was true that in his later years he not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should 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 blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he up his fork.
He the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy.

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and Mary all did weep.
I heard his friend 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 Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the where he was born.
And if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down get what they deserve.

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