Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

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

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

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

Joey,
King of the streets, of clay
Joey,
What them want to come and blow 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 judge to Joey when met
Five to ten, Joey, the judge 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 to stop a strike
His closest friends black men 'cause 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 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 returned and now I want what's mine

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

It was that 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 of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, tell 'em it was Joe

One day blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little

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

Sister and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's just
Then I saw the old man's head back towards the grave
I he had to say one last 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 near the house where he was born
And someday if God's in heaven 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 and blow you away