Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who when
Opened up his to the tune of an accordion
Always on the of whatever side there was
When they him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

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

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

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

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

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

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

The department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never who with
time is it? said the judge to Joey when they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the judge says, that's what you get

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

They let him out in '71 lost a little weight
But he dressed like Cagney and I swear he did look great
He to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I want what's

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

It was true that in his later years he not carry a gun
I'm too many children, he'd say, they should never know of one
Yet he walked 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 lifted up his
He the table over to protect his family
Then he out into the streets of Little Italy

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

Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's just
Then I saw the old man's limousine back towards the grave
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 in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I the men that shot him down will get what they deserve

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