Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

Larry was the oldest, Joey was to last
They Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid Blast
Some say lived 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 them want to come and you away

There was they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were at
When 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 of dawn, it emptied out the streets
and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them

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

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

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

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

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

It was true that in his later years he not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, he'd say, they should never of one
Yet he walked into 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 bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he up his fork
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy

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

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

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

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