Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

Larry was the oldest, was next to last
They called Joe Crazy, the baby called Kid Blast
Some say they 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,
What made want to come and blow you away

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

Then, the war out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took prisoners
They stashed them 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 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 want to come and blow you

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 to Joey when they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the judge says, that's exactly you get

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

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did great
He tried to find the way back the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I what's mine

Joey,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made want 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 never know of one
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong 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' through the door as he lifted up his
He pushed the table over to his family
he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy

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

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

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

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