La familia, la familia, no sale! That guy, he was pleading for one of the roosters, he was about to cry. He begged, over and over. I kept repeating, la familia, no sale. I had no idea about the special dish made with the blood of a live rooster. I tried to be very stern without seeming angry. He left with his head down and shaking back and forth.
La familia, la familia, no sale! That guy, he was pleading for one of the roosters, he was about to cry. He begged, over and over. I kept repeating, la familia, no sale. I had no idea about the special dish made with the blood of a live rooster. I tried to be very stern without seeming angry. He left with his head down and shaking back and forth.
Poor roosters, all these people walking buy wishing them dead...