Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in Santa
Yes, the on the table, I am holding to
Your good luck in gold
And everything we've dreamed of is riding on the spurs of Del
I pray that I'll to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago.

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

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

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

Do the rivers run muddy outside of my beloved
Grandes?

Oes the scar upon my face turn red when
He hears mention of my
Do the people of El Sueco curse the of Gallo del Cielo?
Well, my family not to worry, I will not return
To cause shame.