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 rode into El Sueco, stole a rooster Gallo Del Cielo
Then he the Rio Grande with that fighter nestled
beneath his arm.

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

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

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

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

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the light
Spills shadows on a fighting
Where a wicked black named faces Gallo del Cielo in the night
But Carlos Zaragoza fears the tiny crack that across his rooster's beak
And he he has lost 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 everything we've dreamed of is riding on the spurs of Del
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 above the
El Gallo del Cielo sunk a gaff into shiny breast
They were separated quickly but rose and fought
Each other thirty seven
And the legends say that everyone agreed that del Cielo the best.

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

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

Do the still run muddy outside of my beloved
Grandes?

Oes the scar upon my face turn red when
He hears mention of my
Do the people of El Sueco the theft of Gallo del Cielo?
Well, tell my not to worry, I will not return
To them shame.