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
Always on the outside of side there was
When 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 called Kid
Some say they off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in

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

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from
No one ever knew for where they were really at
When 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 break of dawn, it out the streets
Joey and his suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the 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 kingdom come, let Con Edison 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 to work again

Joey,
King of the streets, 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 were never sure who
What 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 Nietzsche and Reich
They threw him in the one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to
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 Cagney and I swear he did look great
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' the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy

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

Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's just asleep
I saw the old man's 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 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 heaven overlookin' His
I know the men shot him down will get what they deserve

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