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 outside of whatever side was
When they asked him why it had to be 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 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 come and you away?

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

The war out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible
Till 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 stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men.
peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and 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?" the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten," said Joey. The judge says, "That's what you get."

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

When they let him out in '71 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 life he behind
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 they have to come and blow you

It was true that in his later years he would not 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 blew him down in a clam bar in New
He see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he out into the streets of Little Italy.

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, just asleep."
Then I saw the old man's limousine back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one goodbye 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 someday if God's in 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 them want to come and blow you away?