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 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. 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 nation-wide poll the
Er was voted among the top ten organs. his educational career began interestingly enough in 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 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 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, 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 fiesta in guadalajara,
I long to be back once again
In old mexico.
Where we for today,
Never giving a to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred bars
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 best of all, we to the plaza de toros.
Now whenever I start morose,
I by recalling that scene.
And names belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall never forget 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 must have been 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 own clever 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
grace and artistry that the witnesses 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 it's breath,
Hoping death
Would brighten an otherwise 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 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 get back
To the of the wetback,
And the alamo,
In old mexico. ole!