Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

Larry was the oldest, was next to last
They Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid Blast
Some say they off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always they got caught between 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 their rivals, but the truth was far from
No one ever knew for sure where they were at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost got hit the
He went out that night to 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 ventured out the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them

The hostages were tremblin' they heard a man exclaim
Let's blow this to kingdom 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 that we need to go back to work again

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

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

He did ten in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
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 with a shackle on your

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

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

It was true that in his later years he would not a gun
I'm around too many children, he'd say, they never know 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 in a clam bar in New York
He see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table to protect his family
he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy

Joey,
King of the streets, of clay
Joey,
What made them 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 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 and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was
And someday if God's in heaven His preserve
I know the men that him down will get what they deserve

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