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 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 they called "Kid Blast."
say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got 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 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 seek revenge, he was bulletproof.

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

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

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

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr.
got him on conspiracy, they were never 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 to stop a strike.
His closest friends were men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society a shackle on your hand.

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

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

It was true that in his years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," say, "they should never know of one."
Yet he walked right into the of his lifelong deadly foe,
out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe."

One day they him down in a clam 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 streets of Italy.

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and Mary all did weep.
I heard his friend Frankie 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 to the son that he could not save.

The sun cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
said a mass 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,
of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made want to come and blow you away?