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

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

Joey,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made them 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 they were at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost got hit the
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 terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five
They stashed them away in a basement, called amateurs

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

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

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

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

It was true that in his later years he would not a gun
I'm too many children, he'd say, they should never 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 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, of clay
Joey,
What made them want to and blow you away

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

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

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