Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
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 that way, well, he answered, just

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

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

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

Then, the war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the
Joey and his brothers suffered defeats
Till they out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them in a basement, called them amateurs

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

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

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

He did ten years in Attica, Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were 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 he did look great
He tried to find the way back the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I what's mine

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

It was that in his later years he would not carry a gun
I'm too many children, he'd 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 blew him down in a bar in New York
He could see it comin' the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and 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 back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last to the son that he could not save

The sun cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a 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 what deserve

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