Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

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

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

Then, the war broke out at the of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered defeats
they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, 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, we're not kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go to work again

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

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

He did ten years in Attica, reading 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 lost a little
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look
He tried to find the way into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I returned 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 years he would not carry a gun
I'm around too many children, say, they should never know of one
Yet he walked right the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
out the register, said, tell 'em it was Crazy Joe

One day they him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it 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,
King of the streets, of clay
Joey,
made them want to come and blow you away

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother all did weep
I heard his best friend 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 goodbye to the son that he could not save

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

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