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

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

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

There was they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where were really at
When they 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 of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered defeats
Till ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them in a basement, called them amateurs

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

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

The police department him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were sure who with
What time is it? the judge to Joey when they met
Five to ten, 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 tryin' to a strike
His closest friends black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a on your hand

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did great
He to find the way back 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, child of
Joey,
What made want to come and blow you away

It was that in his later years he would not carry 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 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 comin' through the door as he up his fork
He pushed the table over to his family
he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy

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

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

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

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