Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side was
they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

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

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

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

The war out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his suffered terrible defeats
they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed them away in a basement, them amateurs.

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

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
What made them to come and blow you away?

The police hounded 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, "That's exactly 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 black men 'cause seemed to understand
What it's to be in society with a shackle on your hand.

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I he did look 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 mine."

Joey, Joey,
of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they to come and blow you away?

It was true that in his later he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should know of one."
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong foe,
out the register, said, "Tell '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 to protect his family
Then he staggered out the streets of Little Italy.

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

Jacqueline and Carmela 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 man's limousine head back towards the
I guess he had to say one goodbye to the son that he could not save.

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

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