Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

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

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the was far from that
No one ever knew for where they were really at
When tried to strangle 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
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible
Till they ventured out 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 blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison the blame
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go to work again

Joey,
of the streets, child 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
time is it? said the judge to Joey when they met
Five to ten, Joey, the judge says, that's exactly what you get

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm
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 dressed like Jimmy and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left
To the boss he said, I returned and now I want what's mine

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

It was true that in his later years he not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, he'd say, they never know of one
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his 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' the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his
he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy

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

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

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was
And someday if in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down get what they deserve

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