Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

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

The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man
Let's this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame
But Joey 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 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, 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 they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your

They let him out in '71 lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way 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 want to come and blow you

It was true in his later years he would not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, say, they 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 they blew him down in a clam bar in New
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork
He the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little

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

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

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

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