Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
Opened up his to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side 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
say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

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

There was talk they 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 went out that night to seek revenge, he was bulletproof

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

The were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim
Let's blow place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take 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,
King of the streets, of clay
Joey,
What made them want to come and you away

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

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

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a little
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left
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 and blow you away

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

One day they blew him in a clam bar in New York
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the 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 Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, 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 that he could not

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

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