Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an
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 to last
They called Joe Crazy, the baby called Kid Blast
Some say they lived off gambling and 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 and blow you away

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

Then, the war broke out at the break of dawn, it 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, them amateurs

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

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

The police department him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they never sure who with
What time is it? said the to Joey when they 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 threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to a strike
His friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in with a shackle on your hand

let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to the way back into 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 them want to come and you away

It was that in his later years he would not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, he'd say, they never know of one
Yet he walked right into the of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, 'em it was Crazy Joe

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

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

Sister and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, just asleep
Then I saw the old 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 that shot him down will get what they

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