Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos Saragosa left his in Casas Grandes when the moon was full
He had no money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister framed in
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 a hundred fights and the legends say that one night near El Sueco
He fought Cielo seven times, seven times he left roosters dead

Hola my I'm thinkin of you now in San Antonio
I 27 dollars and the good luck of your good 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 from long ago

of San Diego in the Onion fields of Paco Monte Verde
The Pride of San lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk
Adn they laughed when Saragosa pulled the one-eyed Del 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 good luck of your framed in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

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

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in Santa
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 Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

The signal it was given and the roosters rose far above the sand
Del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's shiny breast
They were separated quickly but they and fought each other time and time again
And the legends all agreed that Gallo Del 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 shell his hand
And they say that screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho Villa
As Zorro rose up one more and drove Del Cielo in the sand

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

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