Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be way, well, he answered, just because

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

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 they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey got hit the roof
He went out 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 suffered defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took prisoners
They them away in a basement, called them amateurs

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

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

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

He did ten in Attica, reading 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 like to be in 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 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, of clay
Joey,
What made them want to and blow you away

It was true that in his later years he 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 they 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 to protect his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's 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 cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old near the house where he was born
And someday if in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that him down will get what they deserve

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