Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

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

El Gallo Del Cielo was a 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 night El Sueco
They'd Gallo seven times, and seven times 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 your
in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the spurs of Gallo Del Cielo
And then I'll return to buy the land 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 when Zaragoza pulled the one-eyed
Del Cielo from his coat
But they cried when Zaragoza away with a
Thousand bill.

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

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern
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 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 Clara
Yes, the money's on the table, I am to
Your good 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 stole from long ago.

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

Then the screams of filled the night outside
The of Santa Clara
As the beak of del Cielo lay broken like a shell his hand
And say that Zaragoza screamed a curse upon the
Bones of Villa
Zorro rose up one last time and drove del
through the sand.

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

Do the still run muddy outside of my beloved
Grandes?

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