Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the of whatever side there was
When asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

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

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

The were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim
Let's blow this place to 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 we need to go back to work again

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

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

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

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

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

It was that in his later years he would not carry a gun
I'm too many children, he'd say, they 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 over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little

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

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

The sun turned cold over President Street and the 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,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them want to and blow you away