Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who when
Opened up his eyes to the of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever 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 called Joe Crazy, the baby called Kid Blast
Some say lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did ten years in Attica, reading and Wilhelm Reich
threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His friends were 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 like Jimmy Cagney and I he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I want mine

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made want 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, should 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 clam bar in New
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his
He pushed the over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did
I heard his best Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's 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 cold over President Street and the town of mourned
They a mass in the old church near the house where he was born
And someday if God's in heaven His preserve
I know the men that him down will get what they deserve

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