Luyện nghe bài hát Latin Knights

Esteban sinkin' into the of the barrio
He ain't got no money all he got are the clothes that are on his
Two left can't afford a pack
He's alone since he was about six
That's when his grandmother died, all his mother about was turning tricks
If she was ever she'd just beat him to shit
He wanted to hang out with the boys down on the
His grandmother made him he'd never do that
She said all that those boys were "oh they're just and killers"
But he was alone so he had to take his back

Esteban went to 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 most of them had been
To and back they knew the boy needed a prayer
So they him a chance something that he'd never seen
They him off to everyone all around the neighborhood
They had him run shit to prove his loyalty
When he beat up a couple of Flying Dutchmen to help Maria
Mother Pedro said, "Son, to our family"

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

Hangin' out on in Washington Heights
His taught him how to shoot and fight
They laughed and drank wine daylight
tough like some street corner matadors
Taurito's brothers him how to score
With the downtown junkies and them uptown

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

on the corner with a 40 in his hand
A .38 in his pocket he was gonna make sure that understand
he's a real 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 down at the bodega at half ten
made sure everyone knew the plan
Before they stab us we gotta shoot
Fireworks down on the
All the boys they're for a fight
First shot rings out at

took two in the back of the head
By the he hit the ground he was already dead
In a pool of blood, a couple added to the flood
Pedro fell to his and cried "La Virgin,
Why did You take my baby boy his was so clean
Why You take me?"
A hush fell Washington Heights
A silence amidst all the hustles and all the street
Never again did the moon shine as bright
Those crazy Latin