Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

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

There was they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one knew for sure where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, almost got hit the roof
He out that night to seek 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 lines and took five
They stashed them away in a basement, called amateurs

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

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

The police department hounded him, they him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, were never sure who with
What is it? said 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 threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to a strike
His closest friends were men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society a shackle on your hand

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

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

It was true that in his later 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 lifelong foe
Emptied out the register, said, 'em it was Crazy 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 pushed the over to protect his family
Then he out into the streets of Little Italy

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
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 limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son he could not save

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

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