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, Joey was next to
They called Joe Crazy, the baby they Kid Blast
Some say they lived off gambling and numbers too
It seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

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

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

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

The hostages were when 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, not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet we need to go back to work again

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

The police department him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were sure who with
What time is it? said the judge to Joey they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the judge says, exactly what you get

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

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

Joey,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made want to come and blow 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 right 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 comin' through the as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to his family
Then he staggered out into the of Little Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and 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 goodbye to the son that he not save

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

Joey,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What them want to come and blow you away