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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr.
got him on conspiracy, they were 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, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm
They threw him in the one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were men 'cause they seemed to understand
What like to be in society with a shackle on your hand

They let him out in '71 lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look
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, of clay
Joey,
What made want to come and blow you away

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

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

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's just
Then I saw the old 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 church the house where he was born
And if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they

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