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 there was
they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

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

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

There was talk killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever for sure where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, almost got hit the roof
He went out night 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 terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, them amateurs

The hostages were tremblin' when they 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
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work

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

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

He did ten in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm 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 it's to be in society with a shackle on your hand

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

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

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

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

Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's asleep
Then I saw the old limousine head 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 Street and the of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was
And if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get they deserve

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