Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who when
Opened up his to the tune of an accordion
on the outside 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 off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What 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 where were really at
When they to strangle 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 of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was true 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 into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
out the register, said, tell 'em it was Crazy Joe

One day blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his
He the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little

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

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 limousine head towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not

The sun turned cold President 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 what they

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