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 asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just
because."

was the oldest, Joey was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they "Kid Blast."
Some say lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught 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 their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one knew for sure where they were really at.
When they to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, he was bulletproof.

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

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

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

The police department him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when met
"Five to ten," said Joey. The judge says, "That's what you get."

He did ten years in Attica, reading and Wilhelm Reich
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 shackle on hand.

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

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to come and blow you

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

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New
He could see it comin' the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the of Little Italy.

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

Sister and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's asleep."
I saw the old man's limousine head back towards 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
They said a mass in the old church near the where he was born.
And someday if God's in heaven His preserve
I know the men that shot him down get what they deserve.

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