Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

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

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

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

Outside of San 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 beneath his shirt
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 good of your picture framed in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho stole from father long ago

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

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

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

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

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

Do the rivers still run muddy of my beloved 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 not to worry, I will not return to cause them shame.