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 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 gall, inventor of the gall-bladder. which certainly 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 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, where he majored in animal husbandry, 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. prior to that time had been practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the
Who 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 early 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 things about that magic, and romantic land south of the border.

When it's time in guadalajara,
Then I to be back once again
In old mexico.
we lived for today,
Never giving a to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred grubby
I would "te amo."

The mariachis serenade,
And they would not shut up till 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 whenever I feeling morose,
I revive by that scene.
And like belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I live to a and eighty,
I shall never what they mean.

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

Out the matador,
Who must have 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 in their own clever way,
For I hadn't had so much fun the day
My brother's dog
Got run over.

(rover was killed by a pontiac. and it was with
grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the
Driver both and the tail - but I digress.)

The had come,
I my gum,
We knew there'd be blood on the sand soon.
The crowd held 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
That someone had my wallet.

Now it's time 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!