Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who when
Opened up his eyes to the of an accordion
Always on the outside of side 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 called Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid
Some say they off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught the mob and the men in blue

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

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from
No one knew for sure where they were really at
they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost got hit the roof
He went out that to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

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

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

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

The police department hounded him, they him Mr. Smith
got him on conspiracy, they 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, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm
threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were men 'cause they seemed to understand
What like to be in society with 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 have returned and now I want what's

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

It was true that in his years he would not carry a gun
I'm too many children, he'd say, they should never know of one
Yet he right 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 door as he up his fork
He pushed the table over to his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and 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 he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of mourned
They said a in the old church near 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 them want to come and blow you