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 since the invention of the
And the dribble-glass. 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 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 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 time had been practiced only furtively by a remote tribe 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 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 way of getting into this next
Of popular which is one of those things about that magic, and romantic land south of the border.

When fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I to be back once again
In old mexico.
Where we for today,
Never a thought to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred grubby
I whisper "te amo."

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

(for there is nothing more beautiful in this
World 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 at the bandilleros' display,
As they the bull in their own clever way,
For I had so much fun since the day
My brother's dog
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 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 of truth I suddenly knew
That someone had my wallet.

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