Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an
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, was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the 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,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
made 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.
When they to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.

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

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

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

The department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
got him on conspiracy, they 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 what you get."

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Reich
threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men 'cause seemed to understand
What like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.

When they let him out in '71 lost a little 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 he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine."

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

It was true that in his later years he would not a gun
"I'm around too 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 blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table to protect his family
he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.

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

Sister and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, just asleep."
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he 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 him down will get what they deserve.

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