Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

Joey,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made them want to 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, almost got hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was

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

The hostages were tremblin' when they a man exclaim
Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison the blame
But stepped 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 to come and blow you away

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

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

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

Joey,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made them want to 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 should never 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 blew him down in a bar in New York
He could see it 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,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made want to come and blow you away

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

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