Luyện nghe bài hát Latin Knights

Esteban sinkin' into the heart of the
He ain't got no all he got are the clothes that are on his back
Two cigarettes left can't a pack
He's alone since he was about six
That's when his grandmother died, all his mother cared about was turning
If she was ever home just beat him to shit
He wanted to hang out with the boys on the corner
His grandmother made him promise he'd do that
She said all those boys were "oh they're just junkies and killers"
But he was alone so he had to take his back

went to them late one day
He please help me I got nowhere to stay
And no one to love, and no one me
They wanted to help of them had been there
To hell and back they the boy needed a prayer
So they gave him a chance something that he'd never
They showed him off to all around the neighborhood
They had him run some shit to his loyalty
When he beat up a of Flying Dutchmen to help protect Maria
Mother Pedro said, "Son, to our family"

They him Taurito one day in July
When Pedro hugged him, Taurito he to cry
Nobody had done that his grandmother was alive
His new sister Maria said she was so of him
They fucked all but it wasn't a sin
He held her and she him

Hangin' out on rooftops in Washington
His taught him how to shoot and fight
They laughed and drank wine 'til
Acting tough like some corner matadors
Taurito's brothers taught him how to
the downtown junkies and them uptown whores

That's when the trouble comin' down
The Shamrocks were movin' in midtown

Taurito on the corner a 40 in his hand
A .38 in his pocket he was gonna make sure they understand
That he's a man
Pedro took him aside and said, "I'm so of you
But you got to take cover they start to shoot
That's what protection's for, son never seen a war"

Meet at the bodega at half past ten
Pedro made everyone knew the plan
Before stab us we gotta shoot them
down on the avenue
All the they're bracin' for a fight
shot rings out at midnight

Taurito took two in the of the head
By the time he hit the ground he was dead
In a pool of blood, a couple added to the flood
fell to his knees and cried "La Virgin,
Why did You take my boy his soul was so clean
Why You take me?"
A hush over Washington Heights
A amidst all the hustles and all the street fights
Never again did the moon ever shine as
Those Latin Knights