Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of side there was
When they 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 called Kid Blast
Some say they lived off gambling and numbers too
It always they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them want to 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
they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost got hit the roof
He out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

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

The hostages were tremblin' when they a man exclaim
Let's blow 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
peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again

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

The police department hounded him, they him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never who with
What time is it? the judge to Joey when they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the judge says, that's exactly 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 closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to
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 Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the he left behind
To the he said, I have returned and now I want what's mine

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

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

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New
He could see it comin' the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his
Then he out into the streets of Little Italy

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

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

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

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