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 outside of side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just

was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They called Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' too
It always seemed they got caught the mob and the men in blue

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

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

Then, 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 away in a basement, them amateurs

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

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

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

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

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

It was that in his later years he would not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, he'd say, they should know of one
Yet he walked right the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, 'em it was Crazy Joe

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

Joey,
King of the streets, of clay
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 ain't dead, just asleep
Then I saw the old man's limousine back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not

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

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