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 locket of his sister framed in
He rode into El Sueco, stole a rooster called Gallo Del
Then he swam the Rio Grande with that nestled
Deep his arm.

El Gallo Del Cielo was a rooster in heaven so the legends say
His wings had been 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 times
Left brave dead.

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

of San Diego, in the onion fields of Paco Monteverde
The Pride of San lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk
And they when Zaragoza pulled the one-eyed
Del Cielo from beneath his
But cried when Zaragoza walked away with a
Thousand bill.

Hola, my Theresa, I am thinking of you now in 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 Del Cielo
And then I'll to buy the land Villa stole
From long ago.

Now the moon has gone to and the lantern light
Spills shadows on a fighting
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 lost the 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 luck framed in gold
And everything we've dreamed of is riding on the of Del Cielo
I pray that return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago.

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

Then the screams of Zaragoza filled the outside
The town of Clara
As the beak of del Cielo lay broken like a within his hand
And they say that Zaragoza screamed a curse the
of Pancho Villa
When Zorro rose up one 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
good luck framed in gold
I buried it last with the bones of my
Beloved Del
And I'll not return to buy the land Villa stole
Father ago.

Do the rivers still run outside of my beloved
Casas

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