Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos Zaragoza his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full
No money in his pocket, just a locket of his framed in gold
He into El Sueco, stole a rooster called Gallo Del Cielo
Then he swam the Rio Grande with that nestled
Deep his arm.

El Gallo Del Cielo was a born in heaven so the legends say
His wings they had broken, he had one eye
Rollin' crazy in his
And he'd a hundred fights, and the legends say
one night near El Sueco
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 27 dollars 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.

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

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

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern
Spills shadows on a fighting
Where a wicked black named faces Gallo del Cielo in the night
But Carlos Zaragoza fears the tiny 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 good luck framed in
And everything we've dreamed of is on the spurs of Del Cielo
I pray I'll return to buy the land Villa stole from father long ago.

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

the screams of Zaragoza filled the night outside
The town of Clara
As the of del Cielo lay broken like a shell within his hand
And say that Zaragoza screamed a curse 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 framed in gold
I buried it last with the bones of my
Beloved Del
And I'll not return to buy the land Villa from
long ago.

Do the rivers run muddy outside of my beloved
Casas

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