Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

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

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

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

There was talk they their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were at
they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost got hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge, 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 behind the and took five prisoners
They them away in a basement, called them amateurs

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

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

The police department him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were sure who with
What is it? said the judge to Joey 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 Reich
They him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause 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 Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I want what's

Joey,
King of the streets, of clay
Joey,
What made them to come 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 into the clubhouse 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 see it comin' 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,
King of the streets, child of
Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and Mary all did weep
I heard his best Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's just asleep
I saw the old man's 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 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 in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men shot him down will get what they deserve

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