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 side was
When they asked him why it had to be way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

was the oldest, Joey was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they "Kid Blast."
Some say lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always they got caught between 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 killed their rivals, but the was far from that
No one ever for sure where they were really at.
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey 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, called amateurs.

The hostages were tremblin' they heard 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.
peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again."

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

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

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm
They threw him in the hole one time for to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to
What it's like to be in 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 tried to the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I what's mine."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to come and 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 should never 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 blew him down in a clam bar in New
He could see it through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the of Little Italy.

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

Sister Jacqueline and 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 he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.

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

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