Luyện nghe bài hát Latin Knights

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

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

They him Taurito one day in July
When Pedro hugged him, Taurito he to cry
Nobody had that since his grandmother was alive
His new sister Maria she was so proud of him
They fucked all night but it a sin
He her and she held him

Hangin' out on rooftops in Washington
His brothers taught him how to and fight
laughed and drank wine 'til daylight
Acting tough like some street corner
brothers taught him how to score
With the downtown junkies and them uptown

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

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

Meet at the bodega at half past ten
Pedro sure everyone knew the plan
Before they stab us we shoot them
Fireworks down on the
All the boys they're for a fight
First shot rings out at

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