Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

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

There was talk killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where were really at
When they tried to Larry, Joey almost got hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge, 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
They stashed them away in a basement, called them

The hostages were tremblin' when heard a man exclaim
blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, we're not kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to again

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

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

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

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

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

It was true that in his later he would not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, say, they should never know 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 into the of Little Italy

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

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

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

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