Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

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

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

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

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

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

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern
Spills on a fighting sand
Where a black named Zorro faces Gallo del Cielo 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 of you now in Santa Clara
Yes, the on the table, I am holding to
Your good luck framed in
And we've dreamed of is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo
I pray that I'll to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago.

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

Then the screams of filled the night outside
The of Santa Clara
As the beak of del Cielo lay like a shell within his hand
And they say that screamed a curse upon the
of Pancho Villa
When Zorro rose up one time and drove del
Cielo 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 buried it last evening with the of my
Beloved Del
And I'll not return to buy the land stole from
Father 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 people of El Sueco curse the of Gallo del Cielo?
Well, tell my family not to worry, I will not
To cause shame.