Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
Opened up his to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side 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 off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in

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

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

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

The hostages were when they heard a man exclaim
Let's this 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 peace and quiet that we to go back to work again

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

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr.
They got him on conspiracy, they were never who with
What time is it? the judge 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 for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What like to be in society with a shackle on your hand

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 he left behind
To the boss he said, I returned and now I want what's mine

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What them 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, they should never 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 blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he dead, he's just asleep
Then I saw the old limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not

The sun turned cold over President and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the 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,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you