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 there was
When asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

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

Joey,
King of the streets, of clay
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 got hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge, he was bulletproof

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

The hostages were when they heard a man exclaim
Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, we're not those of men
It's peace and quiet that we to go back 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 sure who with
What time is it? said the judge to Joey they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the judge says, exactly what you get

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

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a little
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 and now I want what's mine

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

It was true that in his years he would not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, 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 in a clam bar in New York
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to his family
he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, just asleep
Then I saw the old man's limousine head 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 Street and the of Brooklyn mourned
They said a 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 made them want to come and blow you