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 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 certainly ranks as one of the more important technological advances 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 doubt recall, when, for the first time in history, in a poll the gall-
Er was voted the top ten organs. his educational career began interestingly 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 remote in the
Who passed the 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 early age
The land we all 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 about that magic, and romantic south of the border.

When fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I to be back once 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 mariachis serenade,
And would not shut up till they were paid.
We ate, we drank, and we merry,
And we got and dysentery.

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

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

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

I cheered at the display,
As they stuck the bull in their own way,
For I hadn't had so much fun the day
My brother's dog
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 crowd held breath,
Hoping that
Would an otherwise dull afternoon.

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

Now fiesta time in akron, ohio,
But it's back to old guadalajara I'm to go.
Far away 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!