Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

Larry was the oldest, was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby 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,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them to come and blow you away?

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

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

The hostages were tremblin' 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 that we need to go to work again."

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

The police department him, they called him Mr. Smith
got him on conspiracy, they were 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 threw him in the hole one time for to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in with a shackle on your hand.

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

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

It was true in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," 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 table over to his family
Then he out into the streets of Little Italy.

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

Sister and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend 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 said a in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His
I the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.

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