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 outside of 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
called Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid Blast
Some say they lived off and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught the mob and the men in blue

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them want to come and 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 to strangle Larry, Joey almost got hit the roof
He went out night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

Then, the war broke out at the break of dawn, it 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 amateurs

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

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

The police department hounded him, called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never 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 'cause 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 and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the he left behind
To the boss he said, I returned and now I want what's mine

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

It was true that in his later years he not carry a gun
I'm around too children, he'd say, they 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 bar in New York
He could see it comin' the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy

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

Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best 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 last goodbye to the son he could not save

The sun turned cold President Street 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 know the men that shot him down will get what they

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