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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did ten years in Attica, reading and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the one time for tryin' 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 your

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a little
But he dressed like 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,
King of the streets, of clay
Joey,
made them want to come and blow you away

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

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

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

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

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

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