Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

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

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

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

of San Diego, in the onion fields of Paco Monteverde
The Pride of San lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk
And they laughed when Zaragoza pulled the
Del Cielo from his coat
But they cried Zaragoza walked away with a
Thousand bill.

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

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the light
Spills shadows on a sand
Where a wicked named Zorro faces Gallo del Cielo in the night
But Carlos Zaragoza fears the tiny crack that runs across his beak
And he fears he has lost the fifty thousand riding on the fight.

Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in 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 pray that I'll return to buy the land Villa from father long ago.

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

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

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

Do the rivers still run muddy of my beloved
Grandes?

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