Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

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

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

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

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

my Teresa I'm thinkin 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 spurs of Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa from father long ago

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

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

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

But then the screams of Saragosa 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 upon the bones of Villa
As Zorro up one more time and drove Del Cielo in the sand

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

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