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

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

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

The war out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible
Till they ventured out the lines and took five prisoners.
They them away in a basement, called them amateurs.

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

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

The police hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they never sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey they met
"Five to ten," said Joey. The judge says, "That's exactly you get."

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

When they let him out in '71 lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he behind
To the boss he said, "I returned and now I want what's mine."

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

It was that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should 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 blew him down in a clam bar in New
He could see it comin' through the door as he up his fork.
He pushed the over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the of Little Italy.

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and Mary all did weep.
I his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep."
Then I saw the old man's limousine back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last 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, Joey,
of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them to come and blow you away?