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
on the outside of whatever side there was
When asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

Larry was the oldest, Joey was to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby called "Kid Blast."
Some say lived off gambling and runnin' 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 and blow you away?

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

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

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

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

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

they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to the way back into 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 have to come and you away?

It was true that in his years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should 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 see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy.

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep.
I his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep."
I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last to the son that 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 God's in heaven His preserve
I know the men shot him down will get what they deserve.

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