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
Always on the outside of 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 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 them to come and blow you away

There was they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were at
they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost 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 emptied out the
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took prisoners
stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs

The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man
Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con take the blame
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, we're not those of men
It's peace and quiet that we 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 hounded him, 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 Nietzsche and Wilhelm
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to a strike
His closest friends were black men 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 lost a weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look
He tried to find the way back into the life he behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I what's mine

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them 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, should never know of one
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his deadly 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 the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

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

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

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

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