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 whatever there was
When they him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to
They called Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid
Some say they 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 want to come and blow you away

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

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

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

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

The police department him, they called him Mr. Smith
got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
What time is it? said the judge to Joey when 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 one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in with 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 the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I what's mine

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

It was true that in his later 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 lifelong 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' the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the over to protect his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's asleep
I saw the old man's limousine head back 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 in the old church near the house where he was born
And someday if in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him will get what they deserve

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