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 framed in Gold
He for el Sueco, stole a rooster named Gallo Del Cielo
Then he crossed the Rio Grande with that roosted nestled deep his arm

del Cielo 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 hundred fights and the legends say that one night near El
He Cielo seven times, seven times he left brave roosters dead

Hola my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in San
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 spurs of Del Cielo
Then I'll to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father long ago

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

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

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the light spills shadows on the fighting sand
A wicked named Zorro faces Del Cielo in the sand
And Carlos Saragosa fears the tiny crack that runs across his 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 your good 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 and the roosters rose together far above the sand
Gallo Del Cielo sunk a gaff into Zorro's breast
They were separated quickly but they rose and fought each time and time again
And the legends all agreed 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 a shell within his hand
And say that Saragosa screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho Villa
As Zorro up one more time and drove 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 have your good luck framed in gold
I buried it last evening with the bones of my Del Cielo
I will not to buy the land that Villa stole long ago

Do the rivers still run muddy outside of my 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 of Gallo Del Cielo?
my family not to worry, I will not return to cause them shame.