Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos Zaragoza left his home in Casas 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 Gallo Del Cielo
Then he the Rio Grande with that fighter nestled
Deep his arm.

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

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

Outside of San Diego, in the onion fields of Paco
The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a bed of silk
And they laughed when Zaragoza the one-eyed
Del Cielo beneath his coat
But they cried when Zaragoza away with a
dollar 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 spurs of Gallo Del Cielo
And then I'll return to buy the land Villa
From long ago.

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

Hola, my Theresa, I am of you now in Santa Clara
Yes, the money's on the table, I am to
Your luck framed in gold
And we've dreamed of is riding on the spurs of Del Cielo
I pray that I'll return to buy the land Villa stole father long ago.

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

Then the screams of Zaragoza filled the night
The town of Santa
As the beak of del Cielo lay broken like a within his hand
And they say that screamed a curse upon the
of Pancho Villa
When Zorro 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 framed in
I buried it last with the bones of my
Beloved Del
And I'll not to buy the land Villa stole from
Father ago.

Do the rivers still run outside of my beloved
Grandes?

Oes the scar upon my brother's face turn red
He mention of my name?
Do the people of El curse the theft of Gallo del Cielo?
Well, tell my family not to worry, I will not
To them shame.