Luyện nghe bài hát In Old Mexico

Now, I'm sure you're all aware that this 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 rece
Searches into the career of the late doctor samuel gall, inventor of the gall-bladder. which ranks as one of the more important technological advances since the invention of the joy-bu
And the dribble-glass. doctor gall's faith in his invention was so vindicated last 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, where he majored in animal husbandry, until they him at it one day.

Whereupon he switched to the 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 remote tribe in the
Who passed the secret down from father to son as part of their oral tradition. he soon became a specialist, specializing in diseases of the rich. he was therefore able to retire at an age
The 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 getting into this next
Of popular song which is one of those things that magic, and romantic land south of the border.

When it's fiesta in guadalajara,
Then I long to be back 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 were paid.
We ate, we drank, and we merry,
And we got and dysentery.

But of all, we went to the plaza de toros.
Now I start feeling morose,
I by recalling that scene.
And like 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
World than the sight of a lone man singlehandedly
A half a ton of pot roast!)

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

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

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

The had come,
I my gum,
We knew there'd be blood on the pretty soon.
The crowd held breath,
that death
Would an otherwise dull afternoon.

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

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