Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an
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 they called Kid
Some say lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

Joey,
King of the streets, of clay
Joey,
What 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 sure they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey got hit the roof
He out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

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

The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man
Let's blow this to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame
But Joey stepped up, he his hand, said, we're 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,
What made want to come and blow you away

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

He did ten years in Attica, Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause they to understand
What it's like to be in society a shackle on your hand

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a little
But he dressed like 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,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you

It was true that in his later years he not carry a gun
I'm too many children, he'd 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 comin' the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he 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 that he could not

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

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