Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever there was
they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

Larry was the oldest, Joey was to last.
They Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and numbers too.
It always they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.

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

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

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

The hostages were tremblin' they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's blow place 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 and quiet that we need to go back to work again."

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

The police hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when 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 tryin' to a strike.
His closest friends black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society a shackle on your hand.

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

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

It was true that in his later 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 bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he up his fork.
He pushed the table 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 want to come and blow you away?

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He dead, he's just asleep."
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the
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 said a in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if God's in heaven His preserve
I know the men that him down will get what they deserve.

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