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 feature at this point I thought I would acquaint you with some of the results of my
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 year, as you no doubt 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 interestingly enough in agricultural school, 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 won renown as the inventor of gargling. which prior to that time had been practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the
Who passed the secret down from father to son as part of 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 part of which is completely irrelevant, as with the whole thing I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of getting into this next
Of popular song which is one of those things about magic, and romantic land south of the border.

it's fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I to be back once again
In old mexico.
we lived for today,
Never a thought to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred grubby
I whisper "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 best of all, we to the plaza de toros.
Now I start feeling morose,
I by recalling that scene.
And like belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall never forget what mean.

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

Out the matador,
Who have been potted or
Slightly insane, but who rather bored.
Then the of course,
one on his horse,
I shouted "ole!" time one was gored.

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

(rover was by a pontiac. and it was done with
Such grace and artistry that the awarded the
Driver ears and the tail - but I digress.)

The had come,
I my gum,
We knew be blood on the sand pretty soon.
The held it's breath,
that death
Would brighten an dull afternoon.

At last, the did what we wanted him to.
He raised his and his aim was true.
In that moment of truth I suddenly
That had stolen my wallet.

Now fiesta time in akron, ohio,
But it's back to old I'm longing to go.
Far from the strikes 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!