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 doctor 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 dramatically vindicated last year, as you no doubt recall, when, for the first in history, in a nation-wide poll the gall-
Er was voted among the top ten organs. his educational 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 only furtively by a remote tribe in the
Who passed the secret down from father to son as part of their oral tradition. he soon became a specialist, specializing in 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 song which is one of those things about that magic, and 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,
giving a thought to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred bars
I whisper "te amo."

The mariachis serenade,
And they would not up till 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 I start feeling morose,
I revive by that scene.
And names belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I live to a and eighty,
I shall forget what they mean.

(for there is surely nothing more in this
World than the sight of a man facing singlehandedly
A a ton of angry 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 shouted "ole!" ev'ry one was gored.

I cheered at the display,
As they stuck the bull in their own 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 with
Such grace and artistry the witnesses awarded the
both 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 that moment of truth I knew
That had stolen my wallet.

Now it's fiesta in akron, ohio,
But it's back to old I'm longing 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!