Luyện nghe bài hát Gallo del Cielo

Carlos left his home in Casas Grandes when the moon was full
He had no money in his pocket, just a locket of his framed in Gold
He for el Sueco, stole a rooster named Gallo Del Cielo
Then he crossed the Rio Grande that roosted nestled deep within his arm

Galllo del Cielo was a warrior in heaven so the legends say
His wings they had been broken, he had one eye crazy in his head
He'd fought a hundred fights and the legends say that one night El Sueco
He fought Cielo seven times, seven he left brave roosters dead

Hola my Teresa I'm of you now in San Antonio
I have 27 dollars and the good luck of your good of your picture framed in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting of Gallo Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa stole from father ago

Outside of San Diego in the fields of Paco Monte Verde
The of San Diego lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk
Adn they laughed when Saragosa pulled the one-eyed Del from beneath his shirt
But they cried Saragosa waked away with a thousand dollar bill

my Teresa I'm thinkin of you now in Santa Barbara
I have 27 dollars and the good luck of good luck of your picture framed in gold
Tonight I'll put it all on the fighting spurs of Gallo Del
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho Villa from father long ago

Now the moon has gone to hiding and the lantern light spills shadows on the sand
A wicked black named Zorro faces Del in the sand
And Carlos Saragosa fears the tiny crack that across his roosters beak
And he that he has lost the 50,000 dollars riding on the fight

Hola my I'm thinkin of you now in Santa Clara
The money's on the table, I'm holding now your luck framed in gold
Everything we dream of is riding on the of Del Cielo
Then I'll return to buy the land Pancho stole from father long ago

The signal it was and the roosters rose together far above the sand
Gallo Del Cielo sunk a gaff into shiny breast
were separated quickly but they rose and fought each other time and time again
And the legends all agreed Gallo Del Cielo fought the best

But then the screams of filled the night outside the town of Santa Clara
As the beak of Del Cielo lay broken like a within his hand
And they say that screamed a curse upon the bones of Pancho Villa
As Zorro rose up one more time and Del Cielo in the sand

Hola my Teresa I'm of you now in San Francisco
I have no money in my pocket I no longer your good luck framed in gold
I buried it evening with the bones of my beloved Del Cielo
I will not return to buy the land that Villa long ago

Do the rivers still run muddy outside of my beloved Casas
Does the scar upon my face turn red when he hears mention of my name?
And do the of El Sueco still curse the theft of Gallo Del Cielo?
my family not to worry, I will not return to cause them shame.