Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, 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 where they really at.
When tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.

The war broke out at the 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 away in a basement, called them amateurs.

The hostages were when they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame."
But Joey up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men.
It's 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 come and you away?

The police hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to 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 to stop a strike.
His friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
it's like to be in society 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 the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I returned and now I want what's mine."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to and blow you away?

It was true in his later years he would 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 in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he up his fork.
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy.

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and 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 goodbye to the son that he could not save.

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

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