Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos Zaragoza left his home in Casas when the moon 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
beneath his arm.

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

Hola, my Theresa, I am of you now in San Antonio
I have 27 dollars and the luck of your picture
Framed in
I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del Cielo
And then I'll return to buy the Villa stole
father 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 when Zaragoza the one-eyed
Del from beneath his coat
But they cried when Zaragoza walked with a
dollar bill.

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

Now the moon has to hiding and the lantern light
Spills shadows on a fighting
Where a wicked black named Zorro Gallo del Cielo in the night
But Carlos Zaragoza fears the tiny crack that runs his rooster's beak
And he fears he has lost the fifty 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 luck framed in gold
And everything we've dreamed of is riding on the of Del Cielo
I pray that I'll return to buy the land Villa from father long ago.

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

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

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

Do the rivers still run muddy outside of my
Casas

Oes the scar upon my brother's face 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 will not
To them shame.