Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

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

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

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

The hostages 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 raised his hand, said, we're not those of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go to work again

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

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

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

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he behind
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 come and blow you

It was true that in his later he would not carry a gun
I'm around too children, he'd say, they should never know of one
Yet he walked right the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, tell 'em it was Joe

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

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did
I his best friend 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 could not

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

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