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
on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, 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 they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

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

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

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

The hostages were when they heard a man exclaim
blow 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 quiet that we need to go back to work

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

The police department hounded him, they him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, were never sure who with
What time is it? said the judge to when they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the judge says, exactly what you get

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

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a weight
But he dressed like Cagney and I swear he did look 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,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you

It was true that in his years he would not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, he'd say, should never know of one
Yet he walked right 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' through the door as he lifted up his
He pushed the table over to his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little

Joey,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made them want to and blow you away

Sister Jacqueline and and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he dead, he's just asleep
Then I saw the old man's head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last to the son that he could not save

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of mourned
said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born
And if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that him down will get what they deserve

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