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 I would acquaint you with some of the results of my rece
Searches into the career of the late samuel 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 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.

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 tribe in the
Who passed the secret down from father to son as part of their oral tradition. he 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 sneaky way of getting into next
Of popular song which is one of those things about that magic, and land south of the border.

When it's time in guadalajara,
I long 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 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 whenever I start morose,
I by recalling that scene.
And like belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall never forget they mean.

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

Out the matador,
Who must have 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 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 and artistry that the witnesses awarded the
Driver ears and the tail - but I digress.)

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

At last, the did what we wanted him to.
He raised his and his aim was true.
In moment of truth I suddenly knew
someone 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!