Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
Opened up his 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, because

was the oldest, Joey was next 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 between 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 killed their rivals, but the truth was far that
No one knew for sure where they were really at
When they tried to Larry, Joey almost got hit the roof
He went out night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

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

The were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim
Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison 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,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them want to come and 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 when they met
Five to ten, Joey, the judge says, that's exactly what you get

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men they seemed to understand
What like to be in society with a shackle on your hand

They let him out in '71 he'd lost a little
But he dressed like Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I what's mine

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

It was true that in his later he would not carry a gun
I'm too many children, he'd say, they should never know of one
Yet he walked into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
out the register, said, tell 'em it was Crazy Joe

One day they blew him in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his
He pushed the table over to protect his
Then he staggered out 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 mother Mary all did
I heard his best friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's just
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he not save

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

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