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 thought I would acquaint you with some of the results of my
Searches into the career of the late doctor samuel gall, inventor of the gall-bladder. which certainly ranks as one of the more technological advances since 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 recall, when, for the first time in history, in a nation-wide poll the gall-
Er was among 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 secret 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 sneaky way of into this next
Of popular which is one of those things about 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.
Where we 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 they 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 forget what they mean.

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

Out the matador,
Who have been potted or
Slightly insane, but who looked bored.
the picadors 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 dog rover
Got run over.

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

The had come,
I my gum,
We knew there'd be on the sand pretty soon.
The crowd it's breath,
Hoping that
brighten 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 it's time in akron, ohio,
But it's back to old I'm longing to go.
Far away 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!