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 whatever there was
they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

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

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far that
No one ever knew for where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, 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 out the streets
Joey and his suffered terrible defeats
Till they out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called amateurs

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

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

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr.
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who
What time is it? said the judge to Joey when 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 they 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 he did look great
He to find the way back into the life 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 want to 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
Emptied out the register, said, 'em it was Crazy Joe

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

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

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

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

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