Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

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

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

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

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

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

Now the has gone to hiding and the lantern light
shadows on a fighting sand
Where a wicked black named Zorro faces Gallo del Cielo in the
But Carlos Zaragoza fears the tiny crack that runs across his rooster's
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 on the table, I am holding to
Your good luck in gold
And everything we've of is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo
I pray I'll return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago.

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

Then the screams of Zaragoza the night outside
The of Santa Clara
As the beak of del Cielo lay broken a shell within his hand
And say that Zaragoza screamed a curse upon the
Bones of Villa
When rose up one last 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 luck in gold
I buried it evening with the bones of my
Beloved Del
And I'll not to buy the land Villa stole from
long ago.

Do the rivers still run outside of my beloved
Casas

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