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 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 joy-bu
And the dribble-glass. doctor gall's 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 began interestingly enough in agricultural school, where he majored in animal 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 soon became a specialist, 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 song is one of those things about that magic, and romantic land south of the border.

it's fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I long to be back again
In old mexico.
we lived for today,
Never giving a to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred bars
I would "te amo."

The would serenade,
And they would not shut up 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 revive by recalling scene.
And names belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall never forget what mean.

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

Out the matador,
Who have been potted or
Slightly insane, but who looked bored.
Then the of course,
one on his horse,
I shouted "ole!" ev'ry one was gored.

I at the bandilleros' display,
As they stuck the bull in own clever way,
For I hadn't had so fun since the day
My dog rover
Got run over.

(rover was by a pontiac. and it was done with
Such grace and that the witnesses awarded the
Driver ears and the tail - but I digress.)

The had come,
I my gum,
We there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon.
The crowd held breath,
Hoping that
brighten an otherwise dull afternoon.

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