Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an
Always on the of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

Larry was the oldest, was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the they called "Kid Blast."
say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught the mob and the men in blue.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made want to come and blow you away?

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

The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the
Joey and his suffered terrible defeats
they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed 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.
peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again."

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

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

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

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a 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 boss he said, "I have and now I want what's mine."

Joey, Joey,
of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they to come and blow 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 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 see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table over to his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy.

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

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

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

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