Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an
on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just

was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid Blast
say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed 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 really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey got hit the roof
He went out that to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

Then, the war broke out at the break of dawn, it out the streets
and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed 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, we're not those of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go to work again

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them 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 to Joey when they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the says, that's exactly what you get

He did ten years in Attica, reading and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the 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 shackle on hand

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

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
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, he'd say, they never know of one
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong foe
Emptied out the register, said, tell 'em it was Joe

One day they blew him down in a bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he dead, he's just asleep
Then I saw the old man's limousine head towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of 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 that him down will get what they deserve

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