Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows
Opened up his eyes to the of an accordion
on the outside of whatever side there was
When they him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

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

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

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

The war broke out at the of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible
they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed away in a basement, called them amateurs.

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

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

The police department hounded him, they him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never who with.
"What time is it?" said the to Joey 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 Wilhelm
They threw him in the one time for tryin' to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men 'cause they to understand
What it's like to be in society with a on your hand.

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

Joey, Joey,
of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did have to come and blow 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 should 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 blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the as he lifted up his fork.
He the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Italy.

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

Sister and Carmela 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 guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he not save.

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

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