Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

was the oldest, Joey was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' too.
It always seemed they got 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 killed rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where were really at.
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey hit the roof.
He went out night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.

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

The hostages were tremblin' they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's this 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 that we need to go back to work again."

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

The police hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were sure who with.
"What is it?" said the judge to Joey when 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 him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on hand.

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little
But he like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he left
To the boss he said, "I have 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 later years he would not a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should know of one."
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong 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' through the as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the over to protect his family
Then he out into the streets of Little Italy.

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He dead, he's just asleep."
Then I saw the old man's limousine 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 said a mass in the old church near the house he was born.
And someday if in heaven overlookin' 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 them want to come and you away?