Luyện nghe bài hát Joey

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the of an accordion
Always on the outside of 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 Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast."
Some say lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed got caught between the mob and the men in blue.

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

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

The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the
and his brothers 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 when they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison 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 to work again."

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

The police hounded 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 exactly you get."

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

When let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy 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, Joey,
King of the streets, of clay.
Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to and blow you away?

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

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

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

Jacqueline 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 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 mourned
They a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if God's in overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him will get what they deserve.

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