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
When they him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

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

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 was far from that
No one ever knew for sure they were really at
they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost got hit the roof
He went out that night to revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

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

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

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

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr.
They got him on conspiracy, they never sure who with
What time is it? said the judge to Joey when met
to ten, said Joey, the judge says, that's exactly what you get

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

They let him out in '71 he'd a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look
He tried to find the way back into the life he 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 in his later years 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 of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, 'em it was Crazy Joe

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

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

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

The sun turned cold President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church 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 come and you away