Luyện nghe bài hát In Old Mexico

Now, I'm sure you're all aware that this 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 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. 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 gall-
Er was voted among the top ten organs. his educational career began interestingly enough in agricultural school, where he majored in animal husbandry, 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 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 the whole thing I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of getting into this next
Of popular song which is one of those things that magic, and romantic 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,
giving a thought to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred bars
I would "te amo."

The mariachis 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 went to the de toros.
Now whenever I start morose,
I revive by that scene.
And names belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall never forget they mean.

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

Out the matador,
Who must been potted or
insane, but who looked rather 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 both 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,
that death
Would brighten an otherwise afternoon.

At last, the matador did we wanted him to.
He raised his and his aim was true.
In that moment of truth I 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 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!