Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an
Always on the outside of whatever side was
When asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just because

Larry was the oldest, was next to last
called Joe Crazy, the baby they called Kid Blast
Some say they lived off gambling and numbers too
It seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue

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

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

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

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

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

The police department him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they never sure who with
What time is it? said the to Joey when they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the says, that's exactly what 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 were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society a shackle on your hand

let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Cagney and I swear 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 what's mine

Joey,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
What made them want to come and 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 never know of one
Yet he walked right the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, 'em it was Crazy Joe

One day they blew him in a clam bar in New York
He could see it through 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,
of the streets, child of clay
Joey,
made them want to come and blow you away

Sister and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best Frankie 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 over President Street and the town of mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was
And someday if God's in heaven His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what deserve

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