Luyện nghe bài hát In Old Mexico

Now, I'm sure you're all aware that this week is national gall-bladder week. so as sort of an educational at this point I thought I would acquaint you with some of the results of my rece
Searches into the career of the late doctor samuel gall, inventor of the gall-bladder. which certainly ranks as one of the important technological advances since the invention of the joy-bu
And the dribble-glass. doctor gall's faith in his invention was so dramatically vindicated last year, as you no recall, when, for the first time in history, in a nation-wide poll the gall-
Er was voted among the top ten organs. his educational career began enough in agricultural school, where he majored in animal husbandry, until they caught him at it one day.

Whereupon he switched to the field of medicine in which field he also won renown as the inventor of gargling. which prior to that time had been practiced only furtively by a tribe in the
Who passed the secret down from father to son as of their oral tradition. he soon became a specialist, specializing in diseases of the rich. he was therefore able to retire at an early age
The land we all dream about, sunny mexico of course. the last part of which is completely irrelevant, as with the whole thing I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of into this next
Of popular song which is one of things about that magic, and romantic land south of the border.

When fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I long to be back again
In old mexico.
Where we for today,
giving a thought to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a grubby bars
I would "te amo."

The would serenade,
And they would not shut up till they paid.
We ate, we drank, and we merry,
And we got and dysentery.

But of all, we went to the plaza de toros.
Now whenever I start morose,
I revive by recalling scene.
And names belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I live to a and eighty,
I never forget what they mean.

(for there is surely nothing more in this
than the sight of a lone man facing singlehandedly
A half a ton of pot roast!)

Out the matador,
Who must have been or
insane, but who looked rather bored.
Then the of course,
one on his horse,
I "ole!" ev'ry time one was gored.

I cheered at the display,
As they stuck the bull in their own way,
For I hadn't had so fun since the day
My dog rover
Got run over.

(rover was killed by a pontiac. and it was done
Such and artistry that the witnesses awarded the
Driver both ears and the - but I digress.)

The had come,
I my gum,
We there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon.
The held it's breath,
Hoping death
Would brighten an otherwise afternoon.

At last, the matador did what we him to.
He his sword and his aim was true.
In that moment of truth I knew
someone had stolen my wallet.

Now it's time in akron, ohio,
But back to old guadalajara I'm longing to go.
Far away from the of the a.f. of l. and c.i.o.
How I wish I get back
To the of the wetback,
And the alamo,
In old mexico. ole!