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 Kid Blast
Some say they lived off gambling and numbers too
It always seemed they got caught 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 their rivals, but the truth was far from
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 of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers terrible defeats
Till they out behind the lines and took five prisoners
stashed them 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 take the
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, we're not those of men
It's peace and quiet that we to go back to work again

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

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr.
They got him on conspiracy, were never sure who with
What time is it? said the judge to when they met
Five to ten, said Joey, the 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 seemed to
What it's like to be in society with a on your hand

They let him out in '71 he'd a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did great
He tried to find the way into 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 want to come and 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 right into the of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out the register, said, 'em it was Crazy Joe

One day blew him down 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 the streets of Little Italy

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

Sister Jacqueline and and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his friend Frankie say, he ain't dead, he's just asleep
I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn
They said a mass in the old church 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 they deserve

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