Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos left his home 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 named 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 wings had been broken, he had one eye rollin crazy in his head
He'd fought a hundred fights and the legends say that one near El Sueco
He fought Cielo times, seven times he left brave roosters dead

Hola my I'm thinkin of you now in San Antonio
I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good luck of your picture 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

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

Hola my I'm thinkin 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
I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

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

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

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

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

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

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