Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos Zaragoza left his home in Casas Grandes when the was full
No money in his pocket, just a of his sister framed in gold
He into El Sueco, stole a rooster called Gallo Del Cielo
Then he swam the Rio Grande with fighter nestled
Deep 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 he'd fought a fights, and the legends say
one night near El Sueco
They'd fought Gallo seven times, and seven he'd
Left roosters dead.

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

Outside of San Diego, in the onion fields of Paco
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 when Zaragoza walked away a
Thousand bill.

Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in Santa
I have fifteen dollars and the good luck of
Your picture in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting of Gallo Del Cielo
And then I'll return to buy the land stole
From long ago.

Now the has gone to hiding and the lantern light
Spills on a fighting 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 dollars 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 good luck framed in
And everything dreamed 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 it was given, and the cocks rose
far above the sand
El Gallo del Cielo sunk a into Zorro's shiny breast
They were separated but they rose and fought
Each other thirty times
And the legends say everyone agreed that del Cielo fought the best.

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

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

Do the rivers run muddy outside 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 family not to worry, I not return
To them shame.