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

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

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

There was they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one knew 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 out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five
stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs

The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man
Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, we're not 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 them want to come and blow you away

The police hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, were never sure who with
What time is it? the judge to Joey when they met
Five to ten, Joey, the judge says, that's 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 they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on hand

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

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

It was true that in his later he would not carry a gun
I'm around too children, he'd say, they should never know of one
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong foe
Emptied out the register, said, '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 table over to his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did
I his best friend Frankie say, he ain't 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 cold over Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church the house where he was born
And someday if 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,
What made want to come and blow you away