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
on the outside of whatever side there was
When asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

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

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

There was they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, almost 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 out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered defeats
Till they ventured out behind the and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them

The hostages tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim
Let's this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame
But stepped up, he raised his hand, said, we're not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to again

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

The police department hounded him, they him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, were never sure who with
What time is it? said the judge to when they met
to ten, said 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 tryin' to a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a on your hand

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

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

It was true in his later years he would not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, he'd say, they never know of one
Yet he right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
out the register, said, tell 'em it was Crazy Joe

One day they him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the of Little Italy

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

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

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

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