Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
up his eyes to the tune 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, because

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 when they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the judge says, that's exactly you get

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

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a little
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 returned and now I want what's

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

It was that in his later years 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
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 the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

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

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

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

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