Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full
No money in his pocket, just a locket of his sister in gold
He rode into El Sueco, stole a rooster Gallo Del Cielo
Then he swam the Rio Grande with that fighter
beneath his arm.

El Del Cielo was a rooster born in heaven so the legends say
His wings had been broken, he had one eye
Rollin' crazy in his
And fought a hundred fights, and the legends say
That one night near El
They'd Gallo seven times, and seven times he'd
Left roosters dead.

Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in San
I have 27 dollars and the luck of your picture
in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del
And then I'll to buy the land Villa stole
From father ago.

Outside of San Diego, in the onion of Paco Monteverde
The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a bed of silk
And they when Zaragoza pulled the one-eyed
Del Cielo beneath his coat
But cried when Zaragoza walked away with a
dollar bill.

Hola, my Theresa, I am of you now in Santa Barbara
I have hundred dollars and the good luck of
Your picture in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del
And then I'll to buy the land Villa stole
father long ago.

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the light
Spills shadows on a fighting
Where a wicked black Zorro faces Gallo del Cielo in the night
But Zaragoza fears the tiny crack that runs across his rooster's beak
And he fears he has lost the fifty dollars riding on the fight.

Hola, my Theresa, I am of you now in Santa Clara
Yes, the money's on the table, I am to
Your luck framed in gold
And everything we've of is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo
I that I'll return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago.

Then the signal it was given, and the rose
Together far above the
El Gallo del Cielo a gaff into Zorro's shiny breast
They separated quickly but they rose and fought
Each other thirty seven
And the legends say that agreed that del Cielo fought the best.

Then the screams of Zaragoza filled the outside
The of Santa Clara
As the beak of del Cielo lay broken a shell within his hand
And they say that Zaragoza screamed a upon the
of Pancho Villa
When Zorro rose up one time and drove del
through the sand.

Hola, my Theresa, I am of you now in
San
I no money in my pocket, I no longer have
Your good framed in gold
I it last evening with the bones of my
Beloved Del
And I'll not return to buy the land stole from
Father ago.

Do the still run muddy outside of my beloved
Grandes?

Oes the scar upon my brother's face turn red
He hears of my name?
Do the people of El curse the theft of Gallo del Cielo?
Well, tell my family not to worry, I will not
To them shame.