Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos Saragosa his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full
He had no in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in Gold
He headed for el Sueco, a rooster named Gallo Del Cielo
Then he crossed the Rio Grande with that roosted deep within his arm

Galllo del was a warrior born in heaven so the legends say
His wings they had broken, he had one eye rollin crazy in his head
He'd fought a fights and the legends say that one night near El Sueco
He fought Cielo seven times, seven times he left brave roosters

Hola my Teresa I'm of you now in San Antonio
I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole father long ago

of San Diego in the Onion fields of Paco Monte Verde
The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a bed of silk
Adn they laughed when Saragosa pulled the one-eyed Del Cielo from beneath his
But they cried when waked away with a thousand dollar bill

Hola my Teresa I'm of you now in Santa Barbara
I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your luck of your picture framed in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting of Gallo Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole father long ago

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern light spills shadows on the fighting
A wicked black Zorro faces Del Cielo in the sand
And Carlos fears the tiny crack that runs across his roosters beak
And he fears that he has lost the 50,000 riding on the fight

Hola my I'm thinkin of you now in Santa Clara
The money's on the table, I'm holding now your luck framed in gold
Everything we dream of is on the spurs of Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from long ago

The signal it was given and the rose together far above the sand
Del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's shiny breast
They were separated quickly but they rose and fought other time and time again
And the legends all agreed that Gallo Del Cielo the best

But the screams of Saragosa filled the night outside the town of Santa Clara
As the beak of Del Cielo lay broken like a shell his hand
And they say that Saragosa screamed a curse the bones of Pancho Villa
As Zorro rose up one more time and Del Cielo in the sand

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in San
I have no money in my pocket I no have your good luck framed in gold
I buried it last evening with the bones of my beloved Del
I not return to buy the land that Villa stole long ago

Do the rivers still run muddy of my beloved Casas Grandes?
the scar upon my brother's face turn red when he hears mention of my name?
And do the of El Sueco still curse the theft of Gallo Del Cielo?
Tell my not to worry, I will not return to cause them shame.