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, 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 seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did ten years in Attica, Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause they 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 Cagney 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 want what's

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

It was true that in his later years he would not a gun
I'm around too many children, say, they should 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 down in a bar in New York
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep
I his best friend 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 over President Street and the of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church the house where he was born
And someday if in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get they deserve

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