Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They called Joe Crazy, the they called Kid Blast
Some say they lived off and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got between the mob and the men in blue

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

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

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

The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man
blow this place 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 and quiet that we need to go back to work again

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

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

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a
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 lost a little weight
But he like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way into the life he left behind
To the he said, I have returned and now I want what's mine

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

It was that in his later years he would not carry a gun
I'm too many children, he'd say, they should never know of one
Yet he walked right 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 comin' through the door as he lifted up his
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy

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

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

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