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

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

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

There was talk they their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they really at
they 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 suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, them amateurs

The hostages 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 raised his hand, said, we're not those of men
It's and quiet that 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 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, said Joey, the judge says, that's exactly you get

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

They let him out in '71 lost a little weight
But he dressed 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 returned and now I want what's mine

Joey,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What them want 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
out the register, said, tell 'em it was Crazy Joe

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

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

Sister and Carmela 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 head back towards the
I guess he had to say one last to the son that he could not save

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

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