Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who when
Opened up his eyes to the of an accordion
Always on the of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be 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, of clay
Joey,
What made them want to come and you away

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

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

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

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

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

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them want to come and 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 should know of one
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong foe
out the register, said, tell 'em it was Crazy Joe

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

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

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

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

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